"You're a trick light plays."


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Damon McLaughlin

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. Youíre 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. Iím being carried

over the road. I float into you

and you, in a river of light, go out.



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