Urban Meditation #4
When a shadow separates from light,
from a tangible post, when it exits
the blackness of the world, only
to trace its lines, search its form,
find its color—is it still a shadow?
When a shadow separates from light,
from a tangible post, when it exits
the blackness of the world, only
to trace its lines, search its form,
find its color—is it still a shadow?