Shadows,
Released from bondage,
By the dying of the sun,
Crawling, leaping, inch by inch,
Up walls, and across streets,
Filling up the lit openings'
Between solid objects
Making all into one dark dream,
A mystic place from which
Anything marvelous,
Mysterious, or fearful,
Devil or angel,
Might arise, only
To disappear
With all
The other shadows at
The sun's resurrection.
Donovan Baldwin
