“Shadows”

Shadows converge:

the crisscrossed pattern of an arbor,

the dancing leaves among the wind,

as the resolute column is contorted as

if in a mannerist painting as it

intercepts

the edge of an arbor

in

this other world of fleeting light and shadow.

Consider the shadows,

the crossing lines, boundaries, the remaining shadows at dusk:

always changing form.

Ephemeral, dying light animates the shadows

but

at last it fades behind the hill-tops:

the shadows disappear

becoming

nothing more than

memories.