DPF / Plath

For all the travelers sending us their impossible postcards freely through the social-media ether, from Crossing the Water.

from Black Rook in Rainy Weather / by Sylvia Plath

A certain minor light may still
Leap incandescent

Out of kitchen table or chair
As if a celestial burning took
Possession of the most obtuse objects —

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