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From Kew Bridge, 1864
A walk foreshortened by the Thames
that once would flow through field and moor –
now stitched and patched with dirty hems,
a city’s outskirts of the poor.
You used to walk here, years ago
when May put on her blossom-show.
But Progress is a subtle sweep
that changes worlds while we’re asleep.
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