Glow
Evidence shreds itself
in half-remembered candle glow.
Old photographs never taken
keep the clearest images.
What fails to occur, changes,
learns to walk and swim in time.
What is left frays and unwinds
in a fog of happenstance.
Such things are ghosts
in a jigsaw of light,
smutch in a guttering flame,
as clear now as then.
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