Written in 2002


Shadow

Her name was Shadow
No mirror ever showed
Her reflection

She had never crossed a street
Living her life along the walls
With lowered eyes

She had the softest hands
Merciful to strangers and beggars
Because they were nameless

She spoke in breathless whispers
People only noticed her presence after
She was gone

No one knew
She always slept with open windows
Hungry for the moon

No one understood
How she could move in total silence
Through the night

Her name was Shadow

Gun Brooke


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