Thin & long

as moonlit shadows

you discover

them at the brink

of a sad dream

when a scythe

of morning sunlight

pushes them away

they're still there

moving back & forth

on the smooth shaded wall

where only you

see their forms

you know you can

make them jump

if you want

with practice

you can have them

do more

pull something

from the room to

where they are

a box of tissues? yes!

a night stand? yes!

what next?

extend your hand.