18 April 2010

narrow morning

a Scoraig haiku.

This morning the sun
squeezed my shadow, a string bean
making its way west

1 comments:

  1. i love the long shadows of early morning. i rode through the long shadows of young trees this morning. their bodies might be fifteen feet, their shadows double that all criss-crossed and painted in every shade of grey. steven

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