may, june 2022

Weathercat moon snap of Te Wai Mokoia.

on that shore
of the estuary
in risen sun down
roof and leaf
my shadow dangled
to and drew back
from those waters,
sprat and seaweed
salt smells
so knew myself stood
east, shadow
shortening to my
bare feet, right back
under the toe
or sandal lip by noon,
now this late age
on this shore,
a shadow growing
toward the tide
touching outstretched
on its waters
without feeling,
Continue reading “outshadowed”

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