To see the light
shimmering
looking up through water
everywhere the light
this haze
a world fallen in the way
standing ruffled
worn intransigent.

Let me crawl back
to shadows
twilight
the blanket of tactile beauty
contours, folds
shaped by that artistry
that lies only
in guileless guise.

Let me have my night of play
even in the light of day.

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©2009 by Greg Macon