Susan Hutton
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04/28/2026 14:58h
The Lumieres’ first movies were of ordinary life:
workers leaving their father’s factory;
parents at the table while the baby eats.
The brothers found the man’s hands at work building a wall
just as beautiful when played backwards,
the man leaping into the water
and equal delight when he rose again into the air.
It’s strange the brothers gave up so quickly on film, but they did.
People would grow bored, they said,could see the same thing on the street.
A novelty,
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04/28/2026 14:58h
Sometimes on a late clear night you can pull that station from Denver
or Boston out of the dark.
All the elsewheres alter here, as what you remember
changes what you think.
Not spider nor plum nor pebble possess any of the names we give them.
A kite tugging on its string gives you a sense of what's up there,
though it is translated, and by a string.
Out there, in the dark, the true thing.
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