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Monday, April 08, 2013

New Poem - Late Day Shadow Truth

A Boy And His Shadows
"I stumble when
I become aware of
the lumbering, limping, appearance of

my shadow's walk, of my walk." 
Late day sun
and barren city block
conspire to cast my shadow

                                                long 'cross the street.

I stumble when
I become aware of
the lumbering, limping, appearance of

                                                my shadow's walk, of my walk. 

"Good god that can't be what I actually look like?"

In my mind
my walk had a
dignified confidence, never grace, but

                                                I believed I squared my
                                                shoulders to the world
                                                and placed manly, assertive
                                                steps on the earth.

My shadow reveals
a truth: some unrecognized
damage, some awkwardness acquired when

                                                I weighed so much, or maybe
                                                just a bad pair of shoes.
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