Camera Obscura Literally. And Like


Camera Obscura


And Like Shadows, Flow Away

Meet me on a plain
of glass.
Fly to me there
we are the only monuments.

Come to me
                        across the water
chasing your reflection
until you fall
                       in love
with a shadow

twin. Together
we will bind
our reflections,
the shadows that chase
us.          And flow away.

© 2002, Steven Riddle

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