A still night and
still night
under the glow of a gas light
a man might catch his
shadows
cast.
The last of them skittering down
the long road where more shadows unload
their darkness.

He,
moves.
slowly, dragging his long legs,
legs which once plucked air and ******
miles under his feet,
to the door,
unlocking the seashore
he
bathes in the sight of the moon and
soon,
breaks out of his old skin
wades in and
begins to
swim.