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The Inner Voice

By (March 1, 2009) No Comment

Dark days, the next-door
windows gild at 5p.m.;
their patriarch died last year;
my window faced his room.

Tinsel of gloam:
we pour a Sapphire,
close a novel on Vietnam,
switch the light on.

You took in sobs
coming over the lawn last night
through the oriel.
You wanted to rush out,

fight, lie.
A.m. makes walls
of apertures; they
direct our steps,

break fields
into glass.
I stood outside to hear her laugh,
the actress in the rental;

once her phone was cradled,
the television made her windows rust.
How can I explain?
We’re invisible when brightest.

Charles Jodoin was born in Bridgeport, Connecticut in 1935. His volumes include Walls (1975), A Packet of Zodiaks (1978), Stones for the Cathedral (novel, 1985, adapted to film, 1988) and Windows (1994). He divides his time between Shorehead in Rhode Island, and Calvia in Majorca.

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