There was a roll of film

I shot in New York—

shadows of sidewalk

shadows over Queens

shadows across Brooklyn

shadows in the dark,

shadows of people

shadows from rooftops

shadows over Pearls

shadows cross the L

where Mac and Mike and Garrison sat

lights among my darkness—

and when I got this roll developed

there was nothing to see but black.

Light leaked through my camera.

That light was all of you.