View From My Window
Time & Candles
The clock moves its big hands
around its blank face.Time is my flashlight;
it keeps everything moving.Without it, nothing can thrive,
not even the gentle leaf.The years go by,
each and ever, the sadness comes again.
The same days are repeated over and over
at different intervals; the life span is
not as long as one hopes. A storm moves
within us, a birthday wish,a candle blown
out for another year.
-Published previously in "Fresh!" Magazine
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Time & Candles
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