shadow birth

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.

…

anna-christina betekhtin