Blackbirdan online journal of literature and the artsFall 2016  Vol. 15 No. 2
an online journal of literature and the arts
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The Darkroom

In negative both body & sand graduate only slightly any pure black
they’ve recovered from the light

Revealing as the prints emerge in their basin once again the way
a simple swirl of flesh

Across the grained vanilla of the beach allows for sensual waves
rising & falling breaking

Free of my own misunderstanding of the day & your own as well
& because light’s a most complex companion

& the most fluent & most amused by touching only what it wishes
to expose

Obscuring anything it’s chosen to refuse or grown bored by just
slipping off into its own shadow left opaque

& pale as those expectant ghosts in the dregs of my espresso cup
tossed out nonchalantly into the wet street

By a waiter watching us walk away from this café into an evening
of sudden dark curtains & a platinum spring rain  

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