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The Slow Edge of Memory

2009 January 28
by J. Scott Mosel

The Country We Were Born to and Love

Roads go on forever
in our minds, in the country
we were born to
and love, each rise bringing us

back, each curve bending
along the slow edge
of memory, where we find the roots
of every un-harvested field

we ever walked, where we discover
each other in tall summer
grass, searching in the fading light
for answers we would never find:

the trees too far away to touch,
the miles too long to remember.

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