The Family Business
This light isn’t going anywhere
for more than twelve hours,
but what if it did. Couldn’t we
befriend the darkness, carry
candles, slide headlamps over
our noggins and wristlamps
like corsages, like bright watches
over our hands. Placid, starred sky
can become the afternoon, jog
our dogs to the dark park. Take
advantage of the full moon, we
would start saying to children,
go out and play. No sunburns
at the night beach. White or silver
coats gleam from our shoulders,
and mom and pop fireworks shops
spring up on every corner. Go into
pyrotechnics if you want to make
a good living, son, be a fire builder,
remember that folks still like light.
"Noggins" to "corsages" to "watches." Brilliant way to display assonance. The conclusion was great, sensible and fanciful.
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Ha ha...very nice. BTW, my father only went to the night beach. I felt it was scary but he liked to swim in pitch darkness...we would go by the water to see him. Happy March Hannah...
ReplyDeleteLovely write, Hannah. Some very nice touches, like the internal rhyme and alliterative quality of "dogs to the dark park"; good imagery, too. Gets me thinking about how we regard light and dark, night and day.
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I find the most interesting folks via Maureen. Love this. I just watched "Barnham". He agreed with you.
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