Shadow Poem by Michael Ardizzone

Shadow



This shadow
flirts with my windows
and, with the door,
it occasionally carouses.

It makes the ceiling jealous
and the floor nervous
(so nervous i can almost feel
it twittering to itself.)

When this shadow
is not cast
but instead the body
lies with me-
oh i'd give an
eternity to remain this way.

But alas, light comes
packaged with shadow
and that shadow must
(unwillingly) entangle
itself with my house again.

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