By Charles Robert Lindholm
It Was A Birthday Gathering
With Cake And Lots Of Candles
Blazing On Top Of It
Waiting To Be Blown Out
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Fire
I imagine you blowing out your candles at peace with the world.
The smoke curling up into the air,
Like tiny spider webs finding their resting point.
The vision of frosting left upon a knife, which severed the coat into pieces.
Moving on to fill other mouths,
That can carry a tune without void or objection.