I hope you enjoy 2024!
Candle
Again they hum the anthem, fasten hands,
watching stars spill like tipped milk.
They want their shadows to sink,
to be excavated and guarded.
The moment’s a grain of sand,
tossed around by their screams.
It’s the fuel that keeps the candle
singing, stops the string unravelling.
They tie it into a bow, thread it
into their chidren's hair, strike poses, laugh.
They dip themselves in wax to shine
as the fire taps their shoulder.
An uninvited guest they joked about
will stand like a clock, orchestrating
the same dance they slumped to
just a slurred speech ago -
again they’ll hum the sacred tune, chain their hands,
and light the candle once more,
promising they’ll take care of the moment
this time.
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