Down Cranberry Drive
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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Down Cranberry Drive
We went
Tiptoeing
In the early night
On crunching leaves
Betraying their sere state
We went
Down Cranberry Drive
We went.
The
Waters
A
Little
Away
In
The
Cool
Coppice
Rose
And
Fell
Fanned
By
The
Excited
Lust
Of
The
Artesian
Well
That
In
The
Bottom
Lay
The spring
Of rising
For in Cranberry Drive
For from Cranberry Drive
The moon though half-moon
To-night
We saw
Glistening and
Rising
More wonderful
As the clouds moved
Slow.
That was
In Cranberry Drive.
And
I will dream here
To have dreamt once
At least
once in Cranberry Drive
before
the breath goes out
this very night
in the excitement of
the parting.
For here
The scent of strawberries
Suddenly arose
As they awoke
To compete with the
Cranberries
In beauty and in scent
Here
The scent of strawberries
Now far
Now drawing near
Yet
Always in it
Be
The intoxicating scents
Of dreams and liberty
And verse and song
And wine
And Bacchanalian lassitude
This night
This night
This night of magic
Here in Cranberry Drive.
Here.
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