Magical Realist


I am left with a shadow

As if I had seen them,

as if they were there,

As if I was.

And I remember.

Sometimes I remember.

They said there was no one on the island, no man, not a soul, to be seen. We were first to set foot, so it seemed, to step from ship to sailboat to sand.

But I could sense it, something different. Something almost human, or was once, could have been.

And dangerous, with an other animal understanding.

And we were trespassing.

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