Last one of the year! I’ve long been a big fan of Lerner’s novels, but had never read any of his poetry. The Lights is a fascinating collection, drawing out meaning from seeming word salad, cast across years of pieces and even at times what felt like sampling his novels. It’s at its best, personally, when it’s slightly more lucid - the prose poem piece around gratitude, the poem about understanding what his children must make of this all. But I’m better for having read the whole thing.