NB

 

There's no reason you need now to know 

But someday it'll be useful, maybe, to've been told that

Three or four or seven blocks away from 

Your starter house (where you've been 

For thirty-two years because it's

Sometimes hard to get started and there

May be no good reason to since if destiny's

All this while been desperately looking for you 

What hope it'll find you if you blow along

Before every stiff wind?) there's a storage room where

Unemployed shadows, some in almost mint condition

And others with the ragged look that comes from being

Too long on the run from their enemies, gather.

Perhaps you'll have sudden call for a new shadow

That can't be traced or possibly you'll be looking

For advice on entering the shadow trade 

Or maybe you'll never have call to remember

That to find your new best friends it's important

To turn left then right and don't look back.