In a Shadow's Shadow
Thomas David Lisk
Reading is the bolder one, always forging on.
For it the speckled path is always clear,
or blocked with obstacles meant to be leaped, or weaseled.
Meanwhile writing stays at home and labors in the garden
to make a pathway long enough to come around
and interest casual walkers in the yard,
who would like to see another hemisphere
but for whom the thought of foreign sanitation raises fears,
and persuade themselves exotica can thrive right here,
though the gardener at home is more concerned
with laying out a changing labyrinth of turns
by constantly consulting now the sunny, now the empty sky,
and trying to imagine how the flagstones look by starlight
on a night when every shred of green is gone.
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