​Shadow is my friend
at times
but not for what it
No, shadow is my friend
for the things that it
The shadow in the corner
accentuates the light
of the Cold moon
shining through
my frosted window at night.
Shadow frames the artwork
that hides in the ordinary
Like the filigree on the finial
or the symmetrical clerestory
But sometimes shadow
shelters me,
wraps me in the solace
of its bosom
where I can cry
without being espied
shed tears
by the Baker’s dozen.
Shadow is so cool
its darkness can be so
that sometimes I
forget why
I was crying
in the first place
and with a few
get back to living.

M. Zane McClellan 

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