light poetry
for Ron Thomson
Natural light filters through two stories of stained glass.
A line of New York City poets ascend the stagelit dais —
fortified by horizontal & vertical rows of black cylinder lights.
I remember a Long Island gathering —
a church sexton surrounded by candles;
his poetry flickered on the page.
His paintings flickered along the walls.
Making it difficult for
words to meld with images of
the Son of God Viet Nam memories
running for peace.
Without the flicker to distract,
would the church sexton wonder
how to change the bulbs in forty foot ceilings,
or would the artist wonder
how to illuminate with so much light?
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