Even the Light
You look out and the sunbeam blinks –
a difference in brightness
on the drooping seeds.
Some days nothing gets done.
We live with the unwashed,
with stacks of mail, the unfolded,
the incomplete. Phrases pop out
only to crawl away, and later,
reincarnated in other forms,
embed themselves just under
the skin, calcifying. Scratch
as you might, no relief appears.
Your tongue grows heavy
from shaping these words.
Even the light subtracts.
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“Even the Light” was published in the May 2017 issue of La Presa.
O at the Edges 
Truly!
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Thank you, Susan!
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This is such a perfect example of the longevity of your talent, Robert.
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Ah, thanks so much Tre.
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You’re most welcome!
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Today is an “unfolded” day for me. But I’m pondering some light activity tomorrow 🙂
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I’m definitely experiencing an unfolded day today!
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excellent.
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Thank you, Nancie.
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A fine line between desired light and too much light … be it visual or knowledge … I can only cope with so much before I fold up and crawl away from the source(s).
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Agreed! And sometimes you get both.
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Exactly how I’m feeling right now.
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That’s a common occurrence for me, Jilanne.
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