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Rabble | A Poem by Camille Clark

I do not know about the rabble
that keeps some people busy,
but I know about the perfect

green serene moments of clarity,
when it is just me and a wine

glass. Not the fast dazzle of
drizzle traffic, not the loners
who cross bridges and beg for
coins, but the small instant

when the mind closes in on true
beauty and leaves chaos behind.



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