Tuesday, February 28, 2012


I saw two shadow people standing

by the pond, against an afternoon's light

on rushes, the thin arm of one

reaching from between the small

planets of water-lilies, and saw

that a spider has strung threads

from the other's knees to silver

out over the water adjacent to

the paired black wings of damselflies

& their tiny dance of egg-laying. And

I was strangely at peace with both of them,

each modest eclipse reaching,

and I was at peace that whoever

had cut their forms, painting them black,

set them there as

additions to light.

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