Shadows…a poem

there’s a place
where shadows live
they don’t just go away
because we aren’t there
they exist without us
stretching
walking
playing
until they are called back to us
by the light
but they never sleep
and they are never gone
sometimes
they’re just somewhere else

 

Photo:  Nick Shandra
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How weird would it be if our shadows were real, and they cast us?

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