Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
well I remember bending to pick up something not realizing that a Queen Stinger settled on my knee and when I got up got stung...I hope this is not the case here..but that something in his shadow is a gift ;)
And then there are the bees’ shadows.... Thank you, Lorraine.
Well written, William...your words had me picturing this old man, weather beaten from years of toiling in the sun, bent over from age. Yet there are times when the sun hits him just right and casts the shadow of a younger man standing straight and tall.I pictured it faster than I could tell it :)
And you told it well.... Thank you, Jan....
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