Chasing shadows
Like a grain of sand added to time, Like an inch of air added to space, or a half-inch, We scribble our little sentences.
Charles Wright, Appalachia (FSG, 1998)
The retriever pup chases butterfly shadows even in his sleep.
Butterfly’s shadow: the dog’s nose goes wild at the lack of odor.
Muzzle to ground, his legs get ahead of him: herding shadows.
Butterfly shadow on the lawn shrinks, vanishes. The dog digs for it.
Head under water the golden retriever keeps his eyes open.
On the creek bottom every pale stone’s alive with shadows. Delicious!
Dave Bonta
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