Shadows of red and black
are gambling with the light
like little children they beg
for some small candy dropping
from the sun in the lap of time.
How to grow up when you are a shadow?
Is a question they ask not.
They prefer to play with feathers dark,
imagine they can fly as larks
far away from mum and dad
to live with white horses wild,
some lizards and iguanas 2
but their shadows tie them to the
ground.
Guido Vermeulen
June 2012
Poem around art by Karin Greenwood
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