From the long view –
Beyond Images of the day,
Beyond a splitting of facts,
There is only the looking or looking away.
Before the war,
Snow silenced a night’s delayed choice.
After the war,
Snow silenced a night’s delayed choice.
By the Chiesa di San Martino,
A few electric bulbs surrounded Mary in a dim nimbus of auric light,
And crowds gathered along the darkening harbor,
Where waiters in crisp sepia shirts set white tables
In a votive twilight’s pale glare.
From the long view –
Beyond Images of the day,
It was dusk’s dawn of double-slit skies proving nothing.
Ghosts increase –
But there is only the looking or the looking away