like shadows/47

by poems & doodles

the men i love
are shadows-
long and languid,
matter
stretched thin in the
late-day sun –
slowly and
surely
disappearing with
smirks and
the light.

the men i love,
i often forget
are shadows,
at the end of every day
  still
sewn to the feet
of curious boys
who’ve yet to
learn they’ll never
fly.

***

This is part II of a 3 part poem series over at hirecord.org:

http://www.hitrecord.org/records/1912608

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