By Rose Lucas on
a lamp is swaying a small
and gentle glowing deep inside a filigree
of shadows –
who lit the lamp?
how long has it been burning? –
perfumed night air eddies round
cicadas call relentless and
a screen door creaks
night air this pour of light
soaking a distance of parched fields
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By Rose Lucas on
a lamp is swaying a small
and gentle glowing deep inside a filigree
of shadows –
who lit the lamp?
how long has it been burning? –
perfumed night air eddies round
cicadas call relentless and
a screen door creaks
night air this pour of light
soaking a distance of parched fields
