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THE COFFEE PRESS JOURNAL
March / April 2008

Our Work, Our Art, Our Lives

Page 7

A Well-Lit Task by Jason Visconti

Even this kitchen seems far away
far away from my task.
The sky outside is a distant island
of well-polished clouds, a fluffed-up coast or a hole in the gut of it.
I am consumed by children
who grow up strangely
without my help. I have a way with words, which is not to say I know the way words come from and even if I did I'd be forced to return them.
How can I light the runway of this page
when the traffic of the kitchen
dies in spots? How do I attend to the calendar of days pitched so fast lines stroke and stroke an even slash?
How do I keep up
with this poem?
Will the words come out
when the room goes dark?

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