Shadows released from bondage,
By the weakening sun,
Crawling, leaping, inch by inch,
Up walls, and across streets,
Filling up the lit openings
Between solid objects
Making all into one dark block,
A mystic place from which
Anything marvelous,
Mysterious or fearful
Might arise,
Only to disappear
With the shadows
At the sun's resurgence.
Donovan Baldwin