With the faux-chandelier putting off tangible heat during the hot summer months, I’ve taken to eating dinner by candlelight (also to try to conserve a little electricity). The other night, I sat down to a dinner of fish sticks and was struck by the juxtaposition of a plate of fish sticks with candles which was the genesis for the following poem:
EATING FISH STICKS BY CANDLELIGHT
Life now whittled down to this:
Eating fish sticks by candlelight;
A vase of roses two days past their prime,
Reality balanced on a porcelain plate.
Romance’s once-bright flame still surviving
In the flickering glow of the candles’ light.
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