Shadorma 267
The old man
sweeps the foam barbell
Chlorine rich
blue water
trailing it in fat bubbles
encircling his waist
1/2/20
Shadorma 268
backlit and
I watch my shadow
before me
My two legs
They rise and fall like pistons
Old but game machine
1/2/20
Shadorma 269
The song that
says I need love not
money. Hmmm…
Armfuls of
high denomination bills?
Love enough for me.
1/20/20
Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
I am really taken by that idea in the second poem of paying attention to the actions of our shadows. I feel like that would help us focus on what our bodies can accomplish rather than what they look like or how they have aged. That poem feels like a positive affirmation.
I’ve always really liked shadows and I think my own shadow has fascinated me since I was little. I especially like it when I have long stork like legs!