Twilight Poem by Rae Armantrout

Twilight



Where there's smoke
there are mirrors

and a dry ice machine,
industrial quality fans.

If I've learned anything
about the present moment



But who doesn't
love a flame,

the way one leaps
into being

full-fledged,
then leans over

to chat



Already the light
is retrospective,
sourceless,

is losing itself
though the trees
are clearly limned.

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Rae Armantrout

Rae Armantrout

Vallejo, California / United States
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