Upon the Edges Shadows Fall

blank-faced the page calls each pounded pore of rice waits brush tips dance on pointed toe or fall like curtains stark poser of questioned light much more is left than finished softer surface calls needle prick the skin of white adorning torsos and limbs shaded dragon roil as biceps flex and uncurl much more is left unfinished sea green stones of jade shade and shadowed by chisel leaves and limbs of trees precise form rows dark and light frozen forests unmoving much more is left unfinished First Published in Eunoia Fall of 2014