Innate Rhythms Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Innate Rhythms



Staring out of windows, looking at shadows and how
they differ.

Some standing still, starkly in the picture of their
reality.

While many others move and sway in breezes that are
continually flowing through this Arizona desert.

Seeing their innate rhythms as they dance and cavort
upon the ground beneath images they're now shadowing.

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