The Bush’s Dream
written by Mathias Svalina
It is a sunny morning. My shadow is long & infinitely black. I crouch down. My shadow crouches with me. I reach out & dip the end of one branch into my shadow. You reach deeper & deeper into down into my shadow until I touch the pile of seeds. I scoop up a handful of seeds & bring them out into the sunlight. The shadowseeds squirm & wiggle. In the sunlight, one by one, each shadowseed sprouts little tendrils of shadow. The tendrils of shadow stretch & reach up toward the Sun.