I HAVE YOUR SHADOW

by April 2, 2022 0 comments

a curious passing
breeze is blessed
by her whispers

there’s a reflection,
an uncovering,
a moment of being
elsewhere

she pauses,
releasing a modest
smile

they speak of dreams
and how ripples
in a still pond
eventually reach
their shorelines

he recognizes
the mercy of an
open hand

editors note:

More than having one’s back… – mh clay

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