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The Pole and the Shadow (Free verse) by Dovina

A power pole shadow streaks the sidewalk, until the curb jags it like lightning, and pavement bends it like a sickle— portentous, foreshadowing. Obedient to rules, accurate in every respect, shadows move under cars, lurk in alleys, darken moon, darken night— ominous, definitive, satisfying interpretative minds with terrible creativity. And truth fades in another light, while trust is a bolt, holding cross arm to pole.

Crakyamuni 20-Aug-06/4:07 PM
This feels like lightning in a bottle/ pure soliloquy.
vibrant beautiful thank you




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