The Caves in Lascaux

On a rain-spent Monday
he went to the movies at theater Paradiso,
Screen 13, to your right,
until the silver screen froze
and blacked out
at the moment of heavy touching.

Great movie, yelled D7.
The darkness in the room
had made that man brave,
safe from himself in this group of strangers
to project a primal sound for the briefest moment
until the projector itself, Kubric-like,
clicked back on,
a point and counterpoint kind of thing
each like the thing
in southern France,

where the white canvas
returned the lovers—
tender now, after the fact,
and he sat there dimly
in a bloom of screen light.

CM

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