Tuesday, August 11, 2020

The Shadows


It was not the first time
he noticed the coolness 
in the shade
was cooler by far
than it should have been
and that the darkness 
in the cool shade
was darker than 
it had a right to be

But it was the first time
that he noticed the shadows 
that trailed behind him
were not his
at

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