Heart and Shadow

This entry is part 9 of 95 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Winter 2010-11

 

Each day’s a letter
from the unknown.
Yesterday’s missive

came on a plate
of beaten silver.
Today, the hollows

brimming with shadow
are legible. The only
comfort, a fox

squirrel crossing the yard,
its tail a mellow flame
floating in its wake.

Luisa A. Igloria
12.22.2010

In response to today’s Morning Porch entry.

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