Saturday, October 15, 2011

A Septet of Meditations V

                        by Jim Rapp

Shadows are immaterial things,
not even “things” I guess –
one blink and they take wings;
as objects, they are less than less.

But they define a world that’s real,
sketching shapes we come to know;
etching precious face and form that we’ll
remember when the shadows cease to grow.

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