Friday Poem: Adolescence

I sit to see
shadows play
with dolls of darkness
that is light.
I sit to think
past has passed
childhood
has lost ribbon.
No regret no repent
shadows sway
no dolls no darkness
they’re lights.

Inhale new sighs
Exhale old highs.

by Irshad Salim circa 1972
–from Sometime Somewhere (1977)