and wait there in the middle
to see which wick burns sprier
while thick wax forms its puddle
you're hoping it goes one way
it may just go the other
then you're left with just a mess
no candle to light your path
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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