What tune do the shadows hum
when sun’s rays coquette and tickle
the floor below a corner-table tryst?
Do they conspire with art-filled
walls to boast of rainbowed love,
or impishly intone lonely adagios
of unrequited passion and storms
approaching? That shadows sing
I do not doubt. Unless, of course,
they’ve bamboozled me, too.
* inspired by Jacqueline Osborn’s Table in the Corner (https://arthur.io/art/jacqueline-osborn/table-in-the-corner)