Faye Sizemore


In a crowd of shadows he moves forward
He is just one of many in the crowd
He is the one with the sorrow in his eyes
He is the one voicing the silent cries

Sometimes the shadows fade to gray
And he is free to enjoy his day
Hardly noticing…
That they are still there…

Following… encroaching
Lingering… enticing
On the edge of the crowd
Their cries quiet… not loud

Diesel smoke and an Asian face
Can bring them forward into place
Suddenly all around… front and back
Coloring his shadows from gray to black

In a crowd of shadows…
Shadows of black and gray…
He moves forward still today

Because he must… and he will…