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The Slightest Light

December sun is dull
like an unsharpened knife
Its light melts like butter
on toast

Fleeting and pale
its brightness won’t stick
I know it’s there
but can’t see it

Like a mug of warm morning
already spilled in summer
the sun lays tipped
on its side

Then it rolls too fast
like a cool glass marble
like a cat’s eye blink
across the sky

_____Colleen Redman______Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads

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