I am the shadow
of the late afternoon.
Sun slowly sinking,
a soft hint at our backs.
We loom over rutted lawn.
I’m teetering on stilts.
You’re bound to me.
Lanky and linked.
We walk.
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Author:
Wordopamine (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Responding to a Twitter prompt to start a poem with the line 'I am the shadow' (#FromOneLine 231)
- Category: Nature
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