I look twice at my walking shadow.
The height is wrong,
the broadness too narrow,
the darkness more porous.
I seem to block less light
than I used to. Still, it follows,
sometimes leads. The attachment
is obvious – I move, it moves.
I suppose it’s not a bad thing
having more light show through;
sometimes, I see the hint of wings.
-Byron Hoot
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