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The
Quality of Light
by
Lee Passarella
It
is as various
as species are:
the
laser plumb line
dropped down city
walls
you
see some evenings,
sitting in a bar.
It
is a nimbostratus
scrim, a pall
backlit,
like the image
on the Shroud
of Turin
(or
so they say);
a reef, where
wan light falls
from
fifty feet above.
And still more
wan:
Good
Friday’s
sun, just edging
past the cum-
ulus-wrought
drapery—eclipse
at noon.
And
then, of course,
the cool spectrum
dawn spoons
on bedroom walls
in culinary runes,
the salmon/saffron/cream
(erased too soon).
©
2007 by Lee Passarella
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