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.
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