October 19, 2017

A Great Day for Shadows by G. Louis Heath

At the sunny event in our public park,
There were many shadows. Shadows
To ride on, shadows to cry on, shadows

To hide under, shadows everywhere. 
Shadows cut across our faces uplifted to
The bandshell. We stood and sat at their 

Beckon. Shadows inked our bodies, pooled 
At our feet. They hid beneath our chairs and 
Hats. Shadows fastened on us all, stole along

Our chairs, tread the grass into the trees that 
Sent shadows marching on the day. Colorful
Banners bent down to adorn each speaker in 

Dusky runners. Shadows jumped to our applause, 
Stood still when we booed. Shadows absorbed us  
All as light faded. It was a great day for shadows.


    


G. Louis Heath, Ph.D., Berkeley, 1969, is Emeritus Professor, Ashford University, Clinton, Iowa. He enjoys reading his poems at open mics. He has published poems in a wide array of journals. His books include Leaves Of Maple and Long Dark River Casino.  

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