Bright Light
the wick is gently
lit
the flame staggers
at first
then stands up
straight
reaching up
fully bright
the wax wanes
the flame sputters
the wick disappears
leaving a lasting
memory
of the bright light
Copyright © Rudolph Rinaldi | Year Posted 2014
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