Some live along the edge,
in the half-light of the tree line,
avoiding the sun in the field,
or the shade of the woods.
They seem undecided,
the lopseed and the white avens,
trefoil and tall bellflowers,
willing to live in suspense,
not choosing light or dark--
surely, no matter of good or ill--
but an affair of patience,
in no hurry for certainties.
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