Shadow In Self Alouette
The midnight tossing
with next light browsing
throughout the dream — where floor breaks
but the dragging lasts,
an impression past
the shadow within that frays
the little girl's spur
and the woman's lure —
the nimbus from her steps born
from heaven's dark gaze —
approaching her gait...
her shadow, a braid for morn.
Copyright © Paige Hind | Year Posted 2024
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