Ephemera
The light flicks on
the bulb glows green
the bulb glows red
we buy we sell
and think we understand
We only clutch
upon a thread
some call
enlightenment
It will not last
a winter in the mind
For now we keep
some measure and
struggle to divine
a pinhole into pleasure
the portents of decline
5/10-6/15/96, 5/28/97, 1/26/98, 5/12/98
Copyright 1998 by Maurice Leiter
Posted with permission.
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