This poem is taken from PN Review 269, Volume 49 Number 3, January - February 2023.
Four Poems
Sono Luminus
Jesus was never more handsome
than when wearing his hat
with the broad brim
for gardening
or going to a rave in, you said,
that Ibiza beach gown
of bleached linen.
The spade in his right hand
points the way
down a steep hill
where two Dutch Protestant women
(Salome and Mary of Clopas?)
look lost in conversation.
Dawn, and an opalescent
morning is breaking.
...
Jesus was never more handsome
than when wearing his hat
with the broad brim
for gardening
or going to a rave in, you said,
that Ibiza beach gown
of bleached linen.
The spade in his right hand
points the way
down a steep hill
where two Dutch Protestant women
(Salome and Mary of Clopas?)
look lost in conversation.
Dawn, and an opalescent
morning is breaking.
...
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