the shadow
on the door
falls often
to the floor
to and fro
in the way
of candle lit
indifference
Poetry
the shadow
on the door
falls often
to the floor
to and fro
in the way
of candle lit
indifference
a shape
& shade
the shadow of
o’er shone
a shovel
& a shoe,
surely,
the shelter to
safer
that way
knowing how
I stand
an edge of
wilderness
suspend
in hand
lode
orion’s belt
a bandoleer
parameter
square foot
to their
declared
keep off
avg
clerks
in coats
at elbows
pin lapels
in borrowed
bow ties
per hr