Cresting a swell of prairie at dawn
I see my shadow race ahead
across a wheat field's stubble,
leap the hedgerow with its hidden creek,
carelessly ignore the interstate's traffic,
and make a dash for the horizon.
I'm drawn long,
stretched thin,
as shadow and shade,
still running with the Light.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
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