Candle

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Half-burnt
On a mantel
Wax dripping from some fond estuary
Of an evening past

Un-lit now
The memories stalled upon the stem

Waiting for a new match
To strike
And light the dark room with
The fire of romance.

(Previously published in Cotyledon, Catamount Press, #15, April 2000)

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