Shadow Puppet
Marjorie Desamito
The flashlight cuts a hole
through night's blanket.
The tiny hand meets its dark twin
awaiting by light's window. Alas,
this shadow is a lightless mirror
only capable of mimicking the dance
of that hand...
that poor, poor hand
composing a song
popularized by a glamorous star
and unknown to the world.
It will be overlooked
for the living shadow outgrows it
until it registers within human perception.
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