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The candle

Soft light lingers
cast upon the wall
flame and shadow
playing tag
Around the base
wax and memory
drip, dry
and try
to reach beyond
tips of silver
leaving raised rivers
of attempts
until the wick
runs out.
I could
scrap and save
worry and fret
the candle is
all but almost spent
or never strike flame
assuring only darkness
for surely a light means
we melt in living.
But no,
I shall put away censor
the ‘abra and the shade
pay heed and notice the
soft lingering dance
casting shadows
on beautiful days
and be a pleasant
witness
until my own
wick is joyfully
spent.

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