A recent blog-post from Grace Forest, quoting Barry Lopez,
left a powerful impression still vibrating.
this space between your shadows."
X
At Nana's cabin in the
Catskills,
I, doted upon, coddled and controlled by love,
I, doted upon, coddled and controlled by love,
with laughter, the grassy yard swaying in sunshine like wheat,
silently perceived the shadow side of things.
Evenings then, long before dark,
snug in that loft bed under the slanted roof, I drifted,
a sentimental tune playing faintly from the old Victrola below,
a sentimental tune playing faintly from the old Victrola below,
2 comments:
ha! the "x" shadow reminds me of the sort of shadow one might see while what-iffing with jude these days!
ah nothing like moonlight mixed in with the street lights making shadows for finding the spaces in between.
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