Neither Shadows nor Teaching

Goats on the Dikti dawn
fabricating the horizon
for the resemblance of shadows

Katharo lawyers, stealing a glimpse
of mutual dissatisfaction, for hurricane elbows
and the delightful play of evening stalwart shadows

Neither shadow frames the image
of the duress of my lost language
in the presence of Her occupied hand

She did not teach me. Or did She?
She only picked the milk dew husks
from a priori shadows and calmed the train
that takes the grafters from the pleasant to the present