Sunday, November 16, 2008

cleverly we tumble along

Beside the moonlit sidewalk,
lay grass, gravel, and my shadow,
slinging the light and
resting each step in my memory, keeping count.

I reached over to a door handle and let in a sprite.
it was not me who unhitched the latch.
The culprit was the shadow.

image by Frantisek Drtikol