Shadows

Shadows

by Shirah Pollock

Long shapes in the afternoon

dendritic, obsidian arms

craving an embrace

but afraid of the light.

They drape themselves

against park benches

and in the edges of the grass

always just a breath away.

We see them,

but only children

play with them.

They must be lonely.

All dark and no light.

An unbalanced existence.