A cold counterpart.
A fleeting outline of itself.
An incomplete sketch, done in darkness.
It is where symmetry stands firm.
And irregularity is washed away like watercolor
In a hurricane.
Realized and then forgotten,
In the same moment,
By the very same architects.
Quicker than a blink.
But slower than a lightning strike.
With more poignancy than an empty vending machine.
Two at a time,
Is how they usually follow.
Carefully positioned over a
These colder shadows.
And even under frequent incubation,
They will indisputably retain they’re glacial glow.
Rife with carbon
(& Such sweet fruit.)
Have these shadows.
And as the raccoon’s playfully sneak up on unsuspecting garbage cans,
And as an inhibited shooting star propels itself through the throws of a
These relatives have the same shadows.
Even when it’s below freezing.
Even when space is involved.