Shadow Surveillant

The shadow waits
To my right hand —
Eye-corner ghost,
Watching me watching,
Shade of dust
And the dire wolf.

Left-hand turning,
The light changes.
The shadow again
Lingers in the bending
Of focused sunlight
Through layered lens.

Now I watch
The oncoming fracture —
Accidental and expected —
Like a tide shifting
To send the wave
Up over then down
Upon the watcher
In the shadow.


About Emily

I may or may not have: A. Dirt B. Ink C. Paint D. Wool under my fingernails.

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