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Overheard

The moon says to the sun:

‘Let’s meet at midnight to admire our shadows;

come, listen to the tone of the fugitive sound

as water makes sand from the rock of sorrows’

 

The sun, speaking in elongated silences, replies:

‘Quiet, little light; do not flaunt your borrowed shadow

I am the giver of light and source of shine in all the skies

Before you talk of sorrow, try to improve your glow’

 

The moon, flaunting its colored tooth, responds:

‘If mine is a borrowed shadow, yours is a borrowed smile

Fire will leap, lick and roar only if the firewood demands’

The sun stunned, stares back; the silence lasts a long while

©Kap 6/2020

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Kap Kirwok

Kap Kirwok (Kap) creatively combines his duties as a writer and strategist to contemplate the mysteries of the human experience. He writes not to sell but to tell tales to himself.