When Shadows Reflect

Lonely Lotus swaying in the breeze,

trading some news with passing bees,

among an endless sea of padded lilies.

The water ripples shimmeringly,

displaced by the plunk of a seed,

wavering all that blue and green,

found on the surface, reflecting.

A very surreal conjuring,

found in eyes wandering,

along a stems sauntering

reflection, in shadow.

What I see is Topsy-Turvy,

it looks a whole lot like we

are an underworld beneath

a different kind of padded-lily...

With a dark lotus kissing the breeze,

trading the news with passing bees,

among a sister-sea of padded-lilies.

-M.E.

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