.:Shadows:.

the figures..
how they disintegrate into the night
turning shapes
changing shades
mysteriously wandering, and bobbling
cast off from poles or buildings,
pennies & dimes
only dangerous to us
when they sun is about to shine
the silky glow, the wavering see-saw
they giggle, they bounce, they scurry
running along side as children play
or still. ice cold, a frozen over day
shaken, the propaganda alive in each
movement of each patronizing figure
how frighteningly many surround us
confiding us, illuminating a second section of our crowded world,
shading in our color spectrum with hues of blackness
off tone, all alone, waterless watercolors
menacing monsters, they creep with each act of action
haunting hunches hiding in corners, cracks and clusters
bunched up, spread apart, dancing to a thumping heart
silence, or noise, they endanger us,
scattered and dirty,
a menace in the dust