I took a selfie of my shadow
Supine on the scintillant snow
Its dark dial warning me
The light was growing late
And another of the shadow
Of the bare branches of a tree
Across which other shadows sailed
That could have been its leaves
Until I entered the shadow world
Of darker and more delicate gray
And came unhinged from the sun
As if I could go my own way
My furtive shadow on the run
Absolved by yet another noon
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