LIGHTS OUT

Final draft

You turn on the light switch and the room
fills with light — turn off the light and the
light disappears — where did the light go? Like

the light falling through the trees of Paris
onto Hemingway’s face; the light ablaze
on Lenny’s yellow barn, or
the moonlight cupped in our hands?

Where did the light go that was on
my brother Leonard’s face, yesterday?
Yesterday’s breath, echo of my voice asking
the nurse to turn up the oxygen for him —
the thought, the light
on off
breathe in breathe out
on off
where will the light go? Where will the light go
that shines on Lenny’s newborn calf
that’s looking up towards the house, as
we gently
thumb closed
Lenny’s eyelids.

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About Ciletti

Jim Ciletti, an award winning poet, filmmaker, and author, is the 2010-2012, Poet Laureate of the Pikes Peak region, and for 41 years, poet-in-residence for the Orme School Fine Arts Festival. Jim gives many workshops on the writing and performance of poetry, and makes poetry house calls to create personal poetry events. Ciletti loves everything Italian, including cooking for family and friends, and loves to plant garlic, make homemade wine, and eating peaches and plums. "Everyday is Christmas, but you don't always get everything you ask for. Sometimes more. Poetry celebrates life."
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One Response to LIGHTS OUT

  1. Dear Plumlover: Be SURE about this–for out of this deep sadness that fills you from the heavy loss of your brother, now pours some of your most beautiful, moving work ever. . .and I have read you for a long, long time.

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