Shadows on a Black Cloth
(Shem Morgan as a young poet)
I said I needed to read the light
As the nose of the poet shifted slightly
Under the harsh glare
Of the unblinking lamp
And we both laughed
As if light could be read
I then became aware
Of the gesture
Invisible facial dance
An almost imperceptible
Shift of angle present
In the arches of his brow
The very one that will remain
Etched in light
And unchanged
For all time to come.
May 17, 2019
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