heart-to-heart
it's
hard
rubbing
old words
to
light this candle
the
robed advocates
nodding
at the gates
have
only ashes
after
all that burning
newer
words
spoken
crisp
by
hollow men
also
nodding toward
the
final skins
of
the poor onion
before
you leave
this
world of signs
wonder
at the words
at
hand
you lit this candle with grace and wonder; mornings are easier now.
ReplyDeletethank you
Tamara