He is a shadowthe moon has taken over the sky we walk out to the point an isthmus two miles from the Rathskellar I used to run it with my soccer friends Hey I say really afraid now whish whish whish the headboard did it crickets twittering a dull moon the shadows on its surface make it look lumpy his dark gray body ducks under a tree branch disappears I follow him afraid of him but more afraid of being left alone I duck under the tree branch my feet slide down rocks dirt to a sandy beach There you are he says grabs my arm isn’t this nice he walks out to the edge of the water pulls me with him I say nothing can’t believe I was stupid enough to follow him the moon lays down a path across the lake he releases my arm skips a rock Smoke he pulls out a pipe packs it lights it Nah I say try to be
