Shadows Jesting (in memory of our master, W.S.)

As we were walking one behind the other,

once upon a late night in April,

I fancied that your shadow, side-swerving,

had sought the solace of my shoulder.

So I turned my head and extended an arm,

that you rejected dignified…

Yet onward we journeyed, a trifle

sadder though, our shadows entwined.

It was late upon an April night

and still we hoped to reach out far.

Ada Carol