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.

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Cuttings

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.