Monday, January 28, 2013

Shadow Leaves

 

Silhouettes bounce on ceiling, walls, floor.

Grace in movement:

Forms darkened by night

Made black in light

Come alive in mime--

The wind-blown apple trees.

And I, enjoying the show,

Don’t doubt the reality of either: leaf or shadow,

Unlike Platonic heroes in fire-lit caves.                         

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