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Shadow

Without her,

you are the awful quiet

of morning, before

the first train leaves

its depot for the day. Without

her, there is no direction.

Nothing

sweet & succulent

like ripe mamey, warm

from the summer heat.

A man who cannot

light his own fire

is doomed

to reside in only dark

& cold places.

All around you,

the sky is warming

the asphalt; the air is alive.