It Is Not Only the Candle Wick That Burns
It is not only the candle wick that burns this windy autumn night.
There was a tinge of scarlet as well - now shockingly visible! -
behind the beige drapes of the dilapidated living room
of a cobwebbed cottage (both internal and external).
One last great burst of flame was extinguished,
as the heavenly lantern was swallowed whole;
and in its place, spewed out, one crater
filled silver sickle of a harvest moon.
Can you feel from temple to temple
stagnant synapses reassemble?
As bloated television screens
for the final time dwindle
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Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2016
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