Before I am Famous

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Night Shadows

Posted on | August 28, 2007 |

Through the darkened evergreens
like a distant light bulb
perfect and pure
white luminescence
casts
my shadow
behind me on the
dark green wall.

A spotlight.
Where I am ready
to say something
to a crowd of people

I can not quite see
One last sweep before I speak
No one’s there

Just me
and my night shadow

Center stage
ready and waiting

An ominous breeze
of what is to come
lightly licks the treetops

And I begin.

Category: poetry corner

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