The light trap

The light trap

the dazzlement of dusk
it’s chalk sparking

shadows tearing
into more shadows
dark arriving

the sides of the deep lanes
spitting like brimstone
brushed by our wake

echoes flare across the windscreen
flakes dancing in my hands
wrists powdered in graphite

faces like songs
smudged with silver
turning away from home

all our memories
caught in light’s quiet snares

a line of ice skaters
out on the midnight lake
streaming flames
hair on fire

fields flutter in their hands
the ghost of grass
reads their palms

moths  size of  plates
blackout the lighthouse

shipwrecks on the moon

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