shadow

I’d like to be a shadow,

just that shapely outer beauty

made of darkness draped in reflections and light,

adding definition to the scene.

 

I’d live on the sunny side of the street,

reclining blamelessly on the ground

while humans chug coffee and hail taxicabs through grinding teeth.

I’d imitate their madness with delight.

 

Scars mean nothing to this shadow girl

and garbage hides beneath her on the ground.

She has no past, no tense, no tension headache,

no smiles to fake, no face to face.

 

~2013

What do you think?

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