new shadows

There is
a loomingness,
long shadows
that appear
and dance
and hint
at some
and darker.

When you rummage around in the messy
drawer of your mind and finally turn up
an old silver flashlight held together by rust
and you locate the right sized batteries
and shine your flashlight on the spot
there’s nothing there. Nothing at all
and you wonder if you’ve made it up.

But loomingness can’t live in the light.

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