Pentimenti Fade
The West is slipping away.
On the East side of this living space
light slips its shadowy leash,
paints a last frameless image
upon a bare wall.
Moving closer
I study a shape as it shifts slightly
while an unseen sun
shoulders the earth again.
If I squint it might be the face
of a friend. I look for fever,
the hollow-eyed recognition of death -
no it’s not her death mask
this is before the last breath arrived
a momentary representation
before her fade out.
I had assumed it was light
playing upon a surface
but see that the East has leached out again,
and it can cross the world
and travel time
arriving always before
the impatient night.
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