A slim man in a business suit,
Tie fluttering in the wind as he pedals to work
His front wheel suddenly gone
Shimmering spokes disappearing at an amazing rate
A spark of a thought leaps to the foreground of his brain
Never to be fully realized
His tie and face just
Vanish into thin air

An old oriental woman reaches slowly for her
Slippers
She is sore from a life led long and hard
Filled with too many early mornings and bone-tiring days
But never complains
As her violet silk dress slowly
Disassociates
Her atoms too streaming towards the wall
Behind her

These three, although they never met
Are fused by their shadows
Left as silent monuments as to what
Can happen

Atomic shadows
Everywhere