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Dogs 2019

DANCING SHADOWS
(9/12/19)


the rising
sun

shining
through

the trees

the window

the blinds

the patterned
shears

sends me
moving messages
upon the usually
static wall
of sameness

and for
a moment
this morning

I am
enchanted

I am
engaged

I can see
meaning
in this otherwise
inscrutable
existence

until
the earth
turns me back
to an unenlighted
state
of daylight

and I am
again
looking
at old paint