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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

TL

Published inTamiko Lowery