THE SHADOW THE RAIN ON THE PAVEMENT SHINES AS DIAMONDS IN THE SNOW SOFT AS THE ROSES THAT GROW | AND ONE BY ONE DROP THEIR PETALS. WHITE LILY SHOULDERS TOUCHED BY THE SHADOW LOVE AND LOYALTY KILLED BY THE SHADOW'S SOFT LIES. TRUTH OR DECEPTION WHITE UPON BLACK HE CREPT INTO HER WORLD THEN CREPT OUT OF SIGHT. | PAIN FILLS HER TINY HEART A VEIL UPON HER FACE SILK WHITE SHEETS STAINED BY THE BLOOD OF HER TEARS. DARK DECEIVING EYES A POOL OF DARKNESS SHE STARED AT THE SHADOW SHE STARED AT THE VOID. LOVE WAS ALL SHE WANTED THE SHADOW GAVE HER MORE HE SHOWERED HER WITH CONFUSION SHE DID NOT WANT THE RAIN. THE SHADOW OVERPOWERED HER SHE COULD NOT WALK AWAY SHE TURNED ABOUT TO BRAVE HER FOE KNOWING SHE MUST SEIZE THE MOMENT. SHE. WALKED TOWARDS THE LIGHT HOLDING HER HEAD UP HIGH The Seagull Ken Rensby I’m growing apart I think a loose landscape of association adrift like Seagulls What brings a seagull inland that tired flight from the heavy scent of vastness? the distant grey murmer _ of deeper rhythms like the fluid beckoning of insects against a screen door or the dense wet rush of an ocean storm arbitrary and obscene Shafer The motorcycle stopped beside a lake _arrested transit the clock resuming its metered march a Martian quarry train droning along the opposite shore ° organic capsulate filled with water and weeds filled with seagulls He took his boots off toes in the sun he drank a Dr. Pepper and read some Hemingway thinking of talking with the seagulls circling and the suggestion made him laugh he spoke into a recorder as he gathered his things about him and rode away HE CRIED AND SCREAMED LIKE THE SIRENS OF HELL FOREVER WOULD THE SHADOW BE LOST. FOREVER WOULD HE BE CONDEMNED TO WALK IN THE DARK SHE NEVER EVER SAW HIS FACE AND SHE KNEW SHE NEVER WOULD. AND ALREADY THE SHADOW HAS FOUND . A FLICKER OF LIGHT IN ANOTHER SOUL NO REMORSE, NO REGRETS, NO PAIN - FOR HE...-IS THE SHADOW. Overhead the laughter of seagulls lingers as they withdraw to deadwood perches and sun-slick rocks + there is no sound