The Shadow & the Sham..

The winkles on the teasing stream

Glow darker on a summer’s eve

When shadows are tired and sip a breath

To catch with you, watch and scream.

You muddle with bread, butter and life

The anxious waves await her sigh

The plywood chairs strive to hold

The glint of your copper- knife..

What do you do when you walk passed her

And she forgives you but never gives

You call her a demon but does she lie?

Amidst her Sufi-sham  beneath the fur ..