The Barn
A tombstone to times past,
the barn behind Home Depot
holds untold stories,
yet tells so much.
I trespass gophered ground,
rub grey weathered wood,
touch white paint curls,
and see the sky
through the rafters.
Oblivious to the megamall below,
old harnesses and saddles
hang on a wall. Between worlds,
I stand in cemetery silence.
Reflections
Egret, egret in the stream,
you stand with your reflection,
swan neck and snow-white body.
I dream of fairytales
while you stalk prey.
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Me and My Shadow
With the sun low in the sky,
I walk my shadow, watching
the long black of me
stretch tall across the road.
A car drives past
and my shadow lifts,
flows over hood, roof, and trunk
to lie back down on the pavement.
Ah, to have my shadow's skill
to not get run over by life,
to flow over obstacles
and keep on walking.
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