this candle
with a long wick,
sturdy
on the dish, thick
and round,
white wax,
burns bright for now.
it gives
me light to read by,
allows
me to see you sleeping
soundly
upon the sheets.
such small pleasures
are welcome
in these days and nights
without power,
the harsh world
just beyond the walls.
Thursday, March 2, 2017
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