The sun turns tree
into shadow -
*
an imprint planted
on a momentary plate;
an ever turning,
molten shape
that all too soon escapes....
*
we're all lives in form,
absorbing the rays,
casting our existence
upon earth's clay;
we are God's drafts
upon the dust,
outlining in vestige
the part that is "us".
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