To Miss the Shadow
It was a dare and a spit and a hope
that we were moving towards
a place, like chasing a storm
or running through a batch of luck.
No breathing out in the alley
like the tall grass they used to cut back
in the olden days when neighbors
talked over the fence at each other.
And, it was OK with God to like family.
Cause we were when and where and we
were how to in the outdoors where
we ran free. The future was all of a piece to keep,
a place to save us from. We were fearful
then of real things that meant something
to us, and it was in our power just to keep
silent in a grand fog of yelling voices,
trying to hold it all together even when it
was so not all right, and the doors were slamming.
Back in the day, we were all so self-important
and wondering-dreamy about ourselves.
And, we were sore and solemn, clueless,
like, like yeah it was impossible. Do you
remember that time when we held everything
in our arms tightly, as if we knew what we were talking about.
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