A Shadow Approaches

I sit, twenty after four

The wink of a curser waits with me

My attention is drawn…

As a shadow approaches.

It is long, stretched by the setting sun

And I can tell, it was not right,

For the gait was all stiff and lacked purpose.

It’s the shadow’s fault why my words are sleepy, right?

So I squint, and tap my temple to turn something over

And moments before inspiration,

A shadow approaches.

And, as if it knew I was watching, it lingers just beyond.

It was missing grace and presence and so it was dismissed, sadly.

The imagined you passed by as my neighbors shuffled about

Throwing their shadows at my glass heart like stones.

My fingers continue to fall on junk lines and words meant for tomorrow

Today is taken by watching shadows.

And a shadow approaches.

It’s hair flows as if wrapped around butterflies,

Day’s light curves around you the way I would

And lover, my fingers flow and the verse is natural

And your shadow, cast by a far away sun

Stays with me way past dusk.