What our civilization needs, says Mr Pine,
is some good new superstitions. For example:
On sunny days, when your shadow
is stretched out on the sidewalk, connected
only through your feet, it is
unlucky to leap. But walls
are good luck, where you and your shadow
may walk abreast. Luckiest
are the grey days, when
your shadow stays inside you.
If you've any comments on this poem,
would be pleased to hear from you.