Moon Shadow

If I lost my body parts, I would not be
joyous in the loss. Already they are 
trying to
sneak off. My feet 
ache. My knees sore and stuff, slowing me
down. Words blur without
glasses. My lips are unable 
to sustain a good 
whistle.

If I could, I would be 
at the edge of the 
sea watching my 
shadow in the moonlight. But
the sea is far away. 
Rain clouds hide the shadows. One 
night I will catch it 
in my drive, between the trees,
before the too powerful 
streetlights
blot it 
out.

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