May 2, 2017


(inspired by a painting by Matt Dixon)

I miss the old light bulbs Uncle Sam
replaced with new halogen incandescents.
To shed some light on the situation,
watt prompted intensifying the lumen count?
The white coil screwed into the fixture
strikes me as almost other-worldly alien,
the way it lies about long-life illumination,
the subterfuge, the home invasion
of those content with a darker shade of light.
But what disturbs me most is the loss
of that metaphoric light bulb that clicked
with every new idea bulging with
brilliance, lighting the road just enough
to gather words and phrases to build a poem.


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