Shadow Man
A man, under the pouring shower, stands still as a shadow
at the corner of the intersection. He has no umbrella in his hand,
nor a hat on his head, the light across the street is red. The many cars
though dash through the middle of downpour the man is lonely because
nothing resembles him passes by. For every car is greater in excellence
compare to others, they pass hurriedly in the heavy rain.
For they don’t pay attention to the shadow
that stands on the corner of the intersection,
the man was lonely soul without his kind.
For the light changes its color to green
the man crosses the street, and though he falls on the middle
of the way under the downpour, the lines of yet hasty cars run over
the man’s shadow under their treads, not even throw a glance
on the fallen man. The man is gone without an expression on his face, but dark shadow, the man is gone without leaving a thing behind, not even a shade of a color.
Copyright © Su Ben | Year Posted 2015
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