Moonbow
I am the shadow person
leaning against the brittle stone coughed wall
an ember amber
occasionally catching on the jutted edges
of an nearly human face
stumbling from one shadow waterfall
to next
none turn the head
for fear
i am looking back
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2022
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