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Candles Burn

Candles Burn

number’s changing

on the wall

level now

gone

the distance

half past

mirror down

fingers thawed

things as they are

under the tree

that prayer I prayed

answered in a different way

everything to live for

disbelief in all things good

believe the bad

the cruel, the custom-made

that comes a knocking

at your door

without a coat

of camouflage

muddy boots

and tracks

it’s the new

the squeaky clean

the polished patent leather

that’s got me shaking

parade of style

mask of power

steel toe

bolt the door

hush, don’t cry

barefoot in the corner

under the tree

TL

Published inTamiko Lowery