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Sunlight spotted her face

Posted to Action Poetry

a leaf shadow tripped over her nose
landed on her cheek
rolled into my hand
"What are you doing?"
"Watching shadows dance on your face."
Smile "Stop touching me. You don't have to touch me to watch shadows."
"One of them was falling I had to catch it."
"Let the shadows fall where they may. You're freaking me out."