Monday, March 14, 2011

I Don’t Know What Lost Means Any More

Before sunset down in the purple dark
high above far above in the distance
evening light shines on the tall thin street lights
before the street lights switch on to shine on
the dark things in the distance below them.

It’s all about the electricity
and photographs show the straight hard edges
better than a watercolor painting.
In the distance down in the purple dark
a photographer thinks about painting.

It’s all about the street lights, tall and thin.
It’s all about the electricity.
It’s all about the people—there are some,
impossibly far in the purple dark,
lost in a world of poles and wires—thinking.

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