where did the shadows come from?
the day was bright and fair, the breeze was not a burden.
they came and went so sweetly, latticework curled softly by.
through leaf-ed cathedrals, apartment windows,
posted bus-stop schedules and the mingled grumbles
of a city not quite sleeping yet, an afternoon nap.
sunshine and the moving air, refracted beams of cool, soft, bare—
as necessary as a breath.
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