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| Image / Connor McManus |
Casting Shadows
In the hours before dawn she walks
to the edge of the shoreline, puts on
her grandfather's old slicker and sets
off in his fishing boat for the cove of
trees where the dragonflies hover.
With her hat at an angle she stands
like a silhouette against the serene
lake and watches the fingers of the
sun poke holes in the clouds. Dark
pools of shadow reflect against the
morning mist and the loon casts its
echo across the span of the lake.
When she sees her own shadow and
the one seated in the boat behind her,
she knows her grandfather has come
back for the one that got away.
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| Karen A.VandenBos |
Karen A. VandenBos was born on a warm July morning in Kalamazoo, MI. A PhD course in shamanism taught her to travel between two worlds. A Best of the Net nominee, her writing has been published in Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Blue Heron Review, Moss Piglet, and others.
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