Doug Roy, Friendship, Cut Paper
WE ARE SHADOWS WHO WALK IN THE SUN
Painting sidewalks in pantomime colors
You ape my dance morning commute
And like a funhouse mirror
Shrink me fat
Stretch me out
And for a laugh
Roll around the horizon before
Slipping to sleep through the winter
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Marc Janssen
Review by Jared Pearce
A strikingly fun description poem. I really like the playfulness here.
Review by Carol Casey
There’s a sense of movement in this poem that makes it easy to picture a shadow walking. The title gives the poem another dimension.