Always at work,
the nature of things.
Take for instance
the shadow cast
by flowers at rest
in a golden vase.
Inevitably balanced,
the symmetry of their
recognized silhouette.
Perhaps a poem
soon to be written
will expound on the
complicated mystery
surrounding the
placement of things.
. . . . .
Slaked by the fulfillment of another's
hospitable gaze, the moment is captured.
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