Shadowed
by Franny Osman
... after the watercolour by Hamid Saadati
I see them still,
inside, under,
clear as day,
way, away.
Hidden in slow blue,
confident purple,
evasive grey,
flash of white.
They were!
They left.
They’re coming back.
They see me now.
Painted in,
painted out,
I’ve seen it done,
every one.
They’re sneaky as dapples.
slippery as sand,
fast as tiny storms,
feather friendly.
They know I’m waiting.
We’ve been here together enough to be sure.
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