Smokeless Candles
The napkins were the first to know
a party pooper breached the guard
an uninvited wind did blow
as rain, once distant, now fell hard
on smokeless candles, slightly charred.
©2/12/2022
Quintain (English) Poetry Contest
Sponsor – Emile Pinet
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2022
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