Summer 2013 • Vol. XXXV No. 3 Poetry |

On Radiolucence

How can you tell if the God of the universe shines in a thing as odd as a soul?        I mean the weary souls we pass on the street on the way to work in the morning. The soul in line at the bank or a cashier in the grocery store. The soul riding a bicycle lashed together by string,               a fishing pole over one shoulder. Do fish have souls? Can we see it peering out from a carp's gold iris or a hooked eye weeping silver?              The apostle says we are treasures in jars of clay. Our souls, I guess, in casas of flesh. We are diamonds in the rough until we pass trials of fire and water. Our souls come without inborn tickets to heaven, and admission cannot be earned, only freely given.                 Breathe on a diamond to see if it is authentic. See whether a diamond cuts glass and fluoresces under ultraviolet light. Did you know that scorpions also fluoresce this way? W

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Karen An-hwei Lee



Karen An-hwei Lee lives in San Diego, where she serves in the university administration at Point Loma Nazarene University. Her recent collections are Phyla of Joy (Tupelo 2012) and a novel, Sonata in K (Ellipsis 2017).

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