"You're a trick light plays."
More Perihelion:
Bob Sward's Writer's Friendship Series
Jacklight
In one of these cars you should appear
as if the street was a river
and you, as a fish, leapt out of it.
Streetlamps, headlights, shadows
on the sidewalk like trees
reflected in water. You’re a trick light plays
on the crosswalk, darting between cars
and inside cars, through them
the way we passed through that wheat field
along the Cedar River. As the sun hit
golden-brown, what did you see?
You turned into the woods
and the sun lowered across your body
and the wind felt as it does now
like a skin of leaves
on a ribbon of water. I’m being carried
over the road. I float into you
and you, in a river of light, go out.
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