Dorn

Continuing to camp on Black Mountain: 

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If It Should Ever Come

By Edward Dorn

And we are all there together

time will wave as willows do

and adios will be truly, yes,

      laughing at what is forgotten

and talking of what's new

admiring the roses you brought.

How sad.

You didn't know you were at the end

thought it was your bright pear

the earth, yes

another affair to have been kept

and gazed back on

when you had slept

to have been stored

as a squirrel will a nut, and half

forgotten,

there were so many, many

from the newly fallen.