PHOTOGRAPHER'S JOURNAL:
Shadow Dance
I retreat further in.
Passages turn
intersect,
hop
building to building.
Each breach
is a fissure of slime
where one hears the tidewater's
angry slap,
and things of the underdock
and their tidal minions
rise and creep,
scamper and leap,
noiselessly rock
in furtive contemplations.
2 comments:
Hi Ted! Great to have you back!! And with the fabulous shots you take...
Blogtrotter Two is moving south on the Nile: water, greenery and desert… Enjoy and have a great week!
I assure you, I'm glad to be back. Thanks for the visit.
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