Stuffed Skunk Considers…shadows

Hemingway saw it and wrote

about creating a world separate

projected for sense

shining upon words

shades of life, long in the dawn

for babies and business

shadows a contrast to light,

direction gone

still exist in memory or science

each morning, each evening in San Diego

I pad down the street with my little skunk feet

my shadow is in front of me

taller than a tree,

I know now who I am

shining upon the world.