The Hint of Beginnings

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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