There is a path near here
that runs through a grove of trees
and when the sun is high
this time of year
sun light is filtered and
lands on the ground in pieces.
When  I wander through the trees
I see the light and shadows
bouncing off my knees and shoes.
Some of the light
falls on the fallen leaves
so I am kicking up all three:
the light and shadows
and all those  fallen leaves.

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