We have shadows.
We know it.
So we don't pay
attention to it.
We move,
our shadow moves.
We stay
in one spot,
the shadow lays
at our feet
like a dog.
Come with me
my shadow,
don't linger.
You suppose to
follow me
and not go
window shopping.
Copyright (c) Marie Neumann
Pottsville, 2009
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