(photo: John Stadnicki)
Here I watch the day.
The storm over. A memory on glasses, on broken shoes.
My shadow reflected
on the opposite wall
sits still.
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Maria Stadnicka
The poem is never hungry. The reality always.
This is so immediate. A moment we can all relate to. I can see you. So simple, few words, yet complex.
It also makes me think of Plato’s Allegory of Cave.
So thank you Maria.
XX helen
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Thank you, Helen, for the words and for thoughts and reading. The comparison you made left me silent. Again, thank you. Maria xxx
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