THE OBSCURE MAN IN REMBRANDT
In this chiaroscuro
I was the one
Always in the dark.
Although on rare occasions
A light streak
Would illuminate my ear lobe,
My full face never seen.
At times, I almost
Made it to a lit place
Where my face
Would be visible,
But it was always obscured
By a shadow from a helmet,
Or from
A large red feather
On a wide-brimmed hat.
Duane Locke
Posted over on Fullosia Press
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