by Lonnie Hull DuPont • for Doug
at night
sheers drape like silks
over tall windows in
evening black
dotted with sequin rain
that taps on glass
like jeweled bracelets clink
and you sat in the rocker
next to ginger jars and candles
streetlight glare pulled my eyes
away from your rocking shadow
but I followed your voice
as it pared kindly at
bright hazy halos on
lamplight and wax flame
trimming them to singular points
hot and distinct
these mornings
cold east sunlight
fills high-ceiling chill
catching crystal on cream-colored
windowsills to cast
prisms I can touch
with love,
Lonnie
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