2003-03-16 - 12:22 a.m.
somewhere on a shadow leaf
cast upon the ground with grief
a groove cut into nature's face
leads to a melancholy place
the foliage covered undergrowth
beneath the limbs of shadowed host
convalesce with lay of land
and seek to hide labor of hand
trenches reminiscent of
a time to rend the land of love
former lovers there embraced
in the bosom of that place
torn asunder by the pain
never there to love again
hands outstretched to make amends
the shadow leaf tries to pretend
as I walk past remembering when
the insurrection now and then
even winter's branch stripped bare
cannot disguise the hand of care
its owner now becomes aware
there really isn't too much there
until the blockage wears away
and shadows fade with yesterday
preoccupation doesn't sway
benevolence in any way
the shadow leaf looks like a hand
with none to give, none to demand
though cast upon the ground with grief
the branch projected has no leaf
as I continue on my way
reflecting on the backlit ray
eclipsed by nothing, I must say,
what was that shadow anyway?
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