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                 Coherent Light

                     Angelo Giambra

He wanted so much to be a laser,
all those dancing waves in phase.
God, you could send them
halfway across the galaxy and still
they packed a wallop. He wanted so much
to be ruby red, a tight, thin beam of
coherent light. Anything,
but a flashlight.