Quick Shadows

Daisies edge the garden like ragged rows of teeth and children run through an empty house except one who stands alone hugging a tree, twisting his fist into puppet-faces listening to voices and a bird repeating itself. Taken hostage by the sun, he stays lost under a rain-blac kened tree.

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