Art
shadows
hung on the wall
frameless and free
not there for long
long enough to see
the picture change
its form
when i was small
i was a shadow watcher
of walls and streets
and i’d make up stories
in my mind
museums of moving pieces
that played out
like an ocean
with its waves
flowing and unfolding
against the sand
tossing up shells
and seaweed and minnows
in my hand
and watching them fall
like drops
from a cloud
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