Poem
			  			  
				
									Shadows
by Peter Steele • 
			
			  				
				
				
			Bowed from the supermarket, a week’s rations
      jumbling the plastic, I saw in shadow
my dead father. He crept the pavement, burdened
     as I am not by a lost country.
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