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Date Posted: 01:42:29 02/25/01 Sun
Author: Jason Paul Fox
Subject: Sorrow is a Sort of Joy

Sorrow is a Sort of Joy

Dawn fades in, slate-pink parody of day.
Insulated in sleep�s hazy visions,
I stir my desire�s cooling ash,
stumble crusty-eyed to check the world
out my kitchen window. It�s still there--
green concrete and chrome as usual.
On the black cast iron fire escape,
dingy sparrows cock their heads
as if about to sputter �preposterous!�
I contemplate the crackle
of tobacco. White smoke curls
through the sheet of light
that leaks past the yellowed drawn shades.
The refrigerator lends its hum
to the orchestral traffic.
The cool, fat patter of rain
on the bathroom skylight,
squeezed from the sponge-damp air.
If I could share this with you...

The whirring camera squints its lens:
�Fade to shallow focus on window screen,�
the screenplay says. The dripping scenery
recedes to an incidental green
backdrop for an urban dream.
�That�s a wrap� snaps the stiff
director, and the hot lights go off.
I pat my temples with a handkerchief,
and stroll out the studio door,
into the thin, divine heartache
of the distant blue sky.

by Jason Paul Fox
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