The Crepuscular Theory of Light
- Richard W. Halperin
That light in it's purest form is found
In jazz heard on a summer night;
That light is drinkable in any
Colour one chooses, as the mad know;
That we think light bends because we bend -
Racine knew better: it's a hatchet;
That where she lives now is a bossa
Nova of light, as when she lived here;
That just to to think of her name is an
Acceptable substitute for light.
From the latest Poetry Review
The Overshoot Story
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