by Rebecca Kai Dotlich
Watch carefully
the candle
flame;
its yellow dance,
its curvy wave . . .
an oven on
one leg of wick.
High above we shape
our lips into an O, then blow
its fire dance away,
then say good night
to butter-bright
and candlelight.
Monday, March 28, 2011
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