POEM OF THE DAY
Night Light
The limbs of these moons
surmount foothills
of tumbled bedclothes,
a series of milky curves
in the diffuse dusk
seeping through drawn blinds;
your body glows,
mother of pearl.
In this profusion of flesh,
my holy ghost,
my grail,
my night light,
I find calm and rest.
I lay my arm across your belly
a bar of darkness
against your light,
and sleep,
and dream,
“the finale of seem.”
Dana Pattillo, 1997
Note: The last line quotes the last line of Wallace Steven’s poem, Emperor of Ice Cream.
(PoD 35)
10:47:19 AM 
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