S H A D O W Play - Poem by Dónall Dempsey
Your shadow leans
against the wall
as if it were contemplating you
and just thinking to itself: 'Wow...I'm part of you! '
Lost in thought
it is caught un-awares
as losing interest
in the colourful displays of
fruit and veg
you flit to another market stall
and it is dragged away from the wall
to fawn at your feet
nailed to the cobbles
and the echo of your next step.
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