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I
Looked for Life and Did a Shadow See
By
James Galvin
Some
little splinter
Of
shadow purls
And
weals down
The
slewed stone
Chapel
steps,
Slinks
along
The
riverrock wall
and
disappears
Into
the light.
Now
ropy, riffled,
Now
owlish, sere,
It
smolders back
To
sight beneath
A
dwarfish, brindled tree
That
chimes and sifts
And
resurrects
In
something’s sweet
And
lethal breath.
This
little shadow
Seems
to know
(How
can it know?
How
can it not?)
Just
when to flinch
Just
where to loop and sag
And
skitter down,
Just
what to squirrel
And
what to squander till
The
light it lacks
Bleeds
it back
And
finds
My
sleeping dark-haired girl—
O
personal,
Impersonal,
Continual
thrall—
And
hammocks blue
In
the hollows of her eyes.
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