Shadow Crown

My shadow has a corona and baffles me
with its otherworldly glow crowning the absence of light.
How can this be?
The world has rules.
Obviously, I do not know them all.
The light wavers around the silhouette of my head,
startling the hummingbird tracking
orange blooms that gird my bed of succulents.
The phenomenon runs its course.
I do not feel any different.
A red berry grows and drops into my heart.
The answer is in the sum of its seeds.
I do not know how to decipher it.



(blue-throated hummingbird:; garden:

About Jim Stewart

Writer at Butt in Chair
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