Casting My Shadow If I were to cast my shadow upon my choice of place, it would be in this yummy color and on this wall's lovely face. I want that blue sky for the contrast and high noon for the drama of my fantastic shadows. I would be a rose bush, curving over a window with white trim to complement my blushing new blossoms. I would have wanted that lower bush in bloom of the palest light pink because we can’t all be a gorgeous red. And lastly but not leastly, I would have that downspout, which looks quite beastly, a delicious verdigris be, aged to perfection, like the rest of us.
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How beautiful this poem is, Wes. Stanley said it perfectly- as if you spoke Laurie’s picture in these words and married them with heart.
Excellent poem. It is exactly that picture in words.