LamplighterA Poem by JRWhat good is the lamplighter when all the lamps have been lit? he used to caress the turn of their brass he used to lift the little latch swing back the leaded glass and touch his wick to their oil watch as the night boiled from the both of them, the lantern, and him the shadows drew back with a hiss but all the lamps are lit and the houses lump together brown and warm in the hollow between the hills; now he sits drinking his days in spills and spends his evenings in the dark alone with only his spark. © 2020 JR |
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Added on February 20, 2020 Last Updated on February 20, 2020 AuthorJRPlacerville, CAAboutWriting again Interesting times to be living in, kind of a cool time to be a writer and documenting the world. more..Writing
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