A Gentle Flame

a gentle flame burns before me

encircled by brass and glass

it is Sunday night in the city

the moon is a lemon crescent

outside my window in the arms

of the black oak branches

while inside the clock ticks

and the water drips

I sit in the kitchen

he in the living room

we do not speak

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~ by justmorgan on November 23, 2009.

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