Edward Ibeh Poet Free verse

The Shadow’s Tether

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where gravel morphs into 
grains of sand 
his curious eyes fixed
at a raven tap-dancing 
with its beak. 
             the raven 
doesn't ask why 
the afternoon sun is pale
or why the air reeks 
of wet stone and exhaust;
              it only wants the shine 
his coat unsuitable 
for the January damp 
the zipper stuck halfway - 
a jagged metal teeth-grin 
biting at his chest 
he watches the commuters pass 
their faces blurred 
like charcoal sketches 
pelted by cloudburst 
he feels the weight of 
               his own shadow 
a dark, heavy ink 
spilled across the sidewalk 
tethered to his heels by 
a thin line of habit 
               he wonders 
if he's the man 
or merely the space 
the man occupies 
a hallowed-out shape
 on a crowded street 
waiting for the light to change 
or the ground 
to finally... 
          speak

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