Shimmer


The window glass calls 

for fall’s echoes

to pool upon my ceiling,

watch how 

a shadow pond 

collects itself there

in ripples 

of wind and trees

and light and

shimmering, glimmering,

floating currents

’round about 

that light fixture …

 i swear i can feel a shadow breeze

as i rest under its banks

my eyes hold their breath

until…

i too float

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