Constant Gardener Poem by chris dawson

Constant Gardener



Turning pages

Flicking postcards

Dreaming moments that I find

Feeling feelings

Seeing moments

Of the times now left behind

Doubting reason

Trusting fancy

And the pact when they're combined

Where the only things that touch me now

Are the things caused to remind

This opaque world they're confined

As I sit back and unwind

The random garden of my mind.

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