Chantal, Bernie, Lesley and Marian

Seeing and Not Seeing

Flying on intuition
light takes shape against the shadow,
like a child gamboling by a lake.
And our feet are bare.

A drizzly Christmas morning.
Gloom sucks at the edges of play.
A child gambols by a lake,
Shoving ducks into a row.

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