At the sunny event in our public park,
There were many shadows. Shadows
To ride on, shadows to cry on, shadows
To hide under, shadows everywhere.
Shadows cut across our faces uplifted to
The bandshell. We stood and sat at their
Beckon. Shadows inked our bodies, pooled
At our feet. They hid beneath our chairs and
Hats. Shadows fastened on us all, stole along
Our chairs, tread the grass into the trees that
Sent shadows marching on the day. Colorful
Banners bent down to adorn each speaker in
Dusky runners. Shadows jumped to our applause,
Stood still when we booed. Shadows absorbed us
All as light faded. It was a great day for shadows.
G. Louis Heath, Ph.D., Berkeley, 1969, is Emeritus Professor, Ashford University, Clinton, Iowa. He enjoys reading his poems at open mics. He has published poems in a wide array of journals. His books include Leaves Of Maple and Long Dark River Casino.