Of new-mown grass
As I head to the river
As I head to the woods
Past the gift shop
Past the flower filled
Horse troughs
A track
Through the trees
To a clearing up top
I hang my camera
On the five-bar gate
What I wouldn't give
To share a cigarette
I didn't stay long
Thoughts of you
Overwhelmed me
Absent minded
I forgot the camera
Breathless, and mindless
I had to return
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