A Brief Dream
by Rod Naquin
Monday, June 17, 2013
The shadows seen
The shadows seen
wander the eye
of the lazy green
trees. Her alchemy
slides and rides
the sky to face
the west. I hide
within disgrace
beyond the shine
of gods. My brow
is no longer mine,
she moves me now
without disdain
for heaven's reign.
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