Thursday, 14 April 2011

Day

When golden sun arises in the fields

my shadow falls onto the West,

rapidly I am tall

- but then shorter

and shorter

as form

turns

to

zero

at midday

- when my outline

sputters and travels out

into the falling, aching East

and I arise again, full, disappear.

4 comments:

  1. I love the style of this. You have a gift for the craft.

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  2. What would "Night" look like? :D

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  3. Love this. Nicely done.

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