Shadow Boy

I opened the door

and sitting at the table

was a little shadow boy.

Somehow both dark and pale.

He smiled for a second

then vanished

when I blinked.



Carve out the wood.

A place for plastic houses

and plastic cars.

Poles for plastic cables.


Burn away the wood

when the north wind blows,

frosty and fierce,

on unsheltered frozen plastic.


I would cry

if it would do more than salt the earth.