Shadow Box

. for public domain Sometimes my shadow, more inviting than me, a dark apparition on city walkways, catches the passing cast down eye, more so than the benched shadow caster nearby. The shadow invites no one to speak, to open one's self for others to seek fruitful conversation, or just a hello. It offers a glimpse, and then on you go. So I wave, and the shadow conveys the greeting, to pass on some lightness in moments so fleeting they are often forgotten as soon as they fall, but better a shadow, than nothing at all.