You and Your Shadow
Shadow loves the little children, the way they
lie propped on their silky pillows,
quiet as Daguerreotypes.
Shadow loves the grown-ups, too—how,
when he drops them in the dark water, they relax,
Call him workaholic, though sometimes he’ll
pop open a can of sorrow to kick back and pull out
a program from his morgue of old TV shows.
Shadow’s favorite TV star is Mr. Jimmy “The Schnoz”
Durante, whose nose casts a big banana
shadow when he flashes his profile and says, “Hot-cha-cha!”
Durante knocks em dead with his string-backed
finale, “Me and My Shadow.” The Schnoz and, rising
behind him, The Schnoz-No-More.
Then there’s Gomer Pyle, USMC. Shadow weeps
sometimes, knowing the dead Marines can
always use a few good shadows. Semper Mortuus.
Shadow was born blind, which is why you
have to catch your breath, when he holds tight.
To find you, he depends on Umbra, his seeing-eye.
Even so, Shadow loves a good joke, like why
the Shadow crossed the road. (To keep tabs
on all his little fryers. Hot-cha-cha!)