Working by Candle-Light

May 7, 2011
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On the old lounge chair I sit

Looking at the tired gray sky

There's nothing to do (for the power's out)

I turn & look at an old doll

Serene-faced, calm

I find a single match, a single candle

& strike the match thrice

I put it on my desk

Where the battered notebook lays

I write, then--

A surge

The lights & stereo are on again

But I turn everything off

And work by candle-light

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