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Shadow Steps

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Flower bed with no flowers

A gate holding me captive

Inside I sat

Looking at the millions of ants

Circling the moist spilled juice


The shadows sat there

Until the sun slowly moved them right

Windy

Sunny

Dry, yet warm


The sunlight; not blocked

"So you cant call me anymore?"

He said, "Guess you forgot about me"


Snap

Snap

Two pictures taken

Replying slowly

"I call at times, but there's no answer

should I be blamed for your neglect?"


Chocolate;

Sticky fingers

Frustrated!

Our eyes glanced at each other

Seconds later

The shadow

B L E W

Away the irritation


No attention on finishing the conversation

Click

Click

"Bout time a great one"

Down I placed the camera

The squeaky gate closed

He continued

Drifting

Floating

Along the shadow lines





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