Shadows
The
sun fills
dark outlines
in shades of black.
Stretched ebony shapes
that lie flat on the ground,
yet, tethered tight to your heels,
they're cast no matter where you go.
Doomed always to be leashed underfoot:
shadows faithfully copy movements made.
Two-dimensional projections edge black,
marking the boundaries of darkness.
Woken by the first rays of dawn,
they yawn into shifting shapes;
wobbly charcoal etchings
that constantly drift
from wavy lines
to freestyle
funky
art.
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