 Shadows
In these dark days only electric shadows are patterning walls and wet streets. The dog and her collar lit up walk through dripping branches, slushy grass and there is suddenly another dog enthusiastically eyed up by mine charging forward crouching to invite play. They sniff turn decide to ignore each other. I take my hand out of a snug pocket to pet her but she impatiently runs on towards the shadow of a squirrel.
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Project 10 is a little experiment.The number 10 plays a special role in my life. Every month on the 10th day I will start a poem and take a photo (or find another image), which will be posted when ready. Archives
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