Candle

Candle
Robert Lunday

The light bulb scorns the candle
but the candle dines on shadows

all down the long spiral
of marble stairs.

The light bulb,

supposing it will never die,
holds the present in its glare;

the candle shines so warmly,
rhythmically on then and now

and dies forever.

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