Sunday, March 28, 2010

The shadow line fell bumpily
At the rising concrete ridge
Cut in a "Z" squished nearly flat
By the weight of a beating sun
The azure flowers hung just above
Peeking down to watch
As dark meandered slowly sure
To catch it in its hiding place
A nest of colour cut from stone
And shivering in the sun.

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