MY PERSPECTIVE ON
CHIAROSCURO
A poem is a mixture
of light and dark
pointillistic strophes
in several savory colors,
not unlike a meatloaf
on holiday on the Costa Brava
with its straps down,
its headlights pressing firmly
into the sand (or almost
since it is mediated by
the thinnest of beach blankets),
but still these colors press on,
despite their limited palate,
because they know that each one
is an overlay, one which includes
a yellow and a blue (suppressed
in the best of meatloaves),
and which can make a rainbowl full of
colores, ones which generate heat,
causing us all to lay back
for another perspective
while we shade our words carefully
to prevent the premature discharge
of heat or light.