Poem: Still Life Late

 

Still Life Late

 

wafer

of pearl and eve,

dim,

 

soon to fade,

i see myself

in its weak depth,

 

this gloss

that daubs my thoughts,

this nimbus, this depression,

 

this puddle,

a dusky last offering

of communion bread.

 

all hue wanes

from such tender heat.

my fingers

 

mimic wax,

slow yet fluid,

melted then caught

 

in reflection.

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