by Tim Philippart
the coveted twelve point silhouette, a regular trophy shadow, bagged on a cloudless full moon night, embossed on a concrete patio, scheduled vacation every new moon, absent almost-without-leave, during the overcast, when shadows fear they will get lost in darkness, an emaciated buck, stalks the shade, seeking a skinny doe, object: dancing in the moonlight.
I sold my business in 2015. I love to write. So here I am. Since May of 2015, I have written several poems and others are scattered around my house, dropped like dirty socks. I write, mainly, poetry and short prose pieces with, in some cases, a hint of humor.
Pieces Inspired by this Image
'Lake Como Stopover'