The Invisible Man

There’s an invisible man 

who walks behind me

and paints footprints with water

on the boardwalk.

He likes to draw my

silhouette on the ground

and make me look

taller than i am.

i don’t like that he

uses such temporary paints –

water and shadow –

and so his paintings

fade and my portrait is

unpainted.

He seems to think

it’s up to me

to paint a more permanent

symphony

of colours and

Words

with more than just water

and distorted shadows;

an “everlasting”

legacy.

But i find it hard to

believe,

in all my insignificance

and futility,

that a legacy is

something not like

a breath in the wind.

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