(A)Symmetry

Flower's shadow 

bent onto moon-lit path; 

black as the night, near;

blacker than grass. 

We were there -- not seen --

could listen, nor look, but discreet,

on the wind,

in the sound of a brook; 

stood either side - and though far,

distance is none

to two in the dark.

Here are all things:

homeomorphic, bizarre!

- I have seen city lights

mingle with cars';

how day's end likens a tower --

and a tower likens trees;

and trees shaped

like the shadow of a flower,

only night knows

similarities

of ourselves and these.