In the beech wood

At Sevenoaks.

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 Aloofness

Down among the docks and elevators and railroad tracks

On the way out of the city,

I pass a tiny cottage so rickety

That its neighbors crowd close

To hold it up. But there it is,

Its one window shining clean, and glowing

With a plant in a tin can and pure white curtains.

Hanging over the fence and filling the whole place

With its beauty and almost hiding the cottage

Is a peach tree in full bloom.

In the doorway I glimpse a girl

In a purple dress.

But what matters the smoke and the noise and the fog

To the peach tree?

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