The Questions on the edge of reality

Observing the busy port scene,
Depicted in oils, bright
On canvas, old,
There was a part of the picture
To which her eye
Was constantly drawn;
That part of the picture
Where clumsy framing
And over-zealous mounting
Left stories
A man gestured wildly to a woman,
(Her face beyond the edge).
What was the woman thinking?
What message would her face convey?
She was tempted to prize the picture
From its mount,
But decided that sometimes,
The questions on the edge of reality
Are far better
Left unanswered.

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