the white night’s shadows

run like spilled ink down

the hills and drip its puddles

from pedestrians feet

the trees cypher light in broad strokes

of brushed sumi liquid over the earth

jumping puddle, river and streets

black mercury pools of shapes

and lines of gestalt fingerprints

a display on the absolute of gravity

and when the rain comes

the pools reflect the pedestrians shadows

back up like grounded butterflies

by Anja Marais