Shadows

The shadows on the walls at Hiroshima.

Shadows on pages the authors gone.

Reruns on t.v. shadows of old plots.

Shadows over shallow graves.

Shadows of forgotten ancestors.

Shadows of monuments where we seek

refuge from the sun.

Some of the famous ones cast long shadows.

Living in no one’s shadow…hard to do.

Dreams are shadows of what we can’t forget.

Throwing shade to maintain the facade.

Smoke and mirrors artificial shade.

You could say it’s all done with mirrors.

John Fahey music shadows my mind

perfectly outlining the flickering like 

campfire light.

Who can stand the truth directly?

Eventually the bare light bulb comes on.

When you turn the rock over, beetles scurry.

Even the Million Dollar Man is temporary.

Meanwhile, hide if you want to, if you can.