The Shadow Play Producer

the shadow play producer’s

slender but crooked fingers

and neat paper silhouettes

grow and shrink for the last time

in the brick library

oak brass indigo tea steam

phlegmatic applause

he makes his exit

while man with wild duck in basket

makes his appearance

door creaking fox fleeing into bush

retro cab passing under retro lamppost

two afghan hounds running after it

their paws hardly touch the ground

frost fog diluted with soot

icy through respiratory passages

the shadow play producer’s green coat

with black pompoms becomes visible

then his rye flour complexion

rime in nostril hair

pine-needles becoming blue

all frost no snow yet

© 2010 Jenny Enochsson