Visitors
On a July moring
Along a wooded path,
Silver sreams
Of summer light
Filtered through
Deep green
oak
maple
popular
leaves
Danced
Across my head and shoulders
Upon my back
With temporary shadow patterns
like freshly woven spider webs
Casting invisible delicate imprints
Of those who had passed–
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The images here are so vivid!