Let the light
Pour out the door
Linoleum floor.
Find the night.
Once Vermeer
Polished the floor,
Measured the light,
Drove it hard
Into pearl ear-studs.
Now it floods
Out the kitchen door
And into the yard
Where it scales the ash
To disappear
In his summer-green sash.
July 4, 2015
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