LEAVE ME THE CANDLES
After the ending, leave me the light, and after
the book is over, leave me the words. I will
do the rest. On the high hills outside of
town, I remember the little girl killed in a
fall - 'amiable child' the memory-plaque
reads. They've erected, long ago, a small
iron fence and a boulder is in place with
the marker. So many years ago anyway,
this is far to forgotten and along on its way
to lost. A hundred years and more of ice and
snow and frost, and all the things, as well,
that Summers bring, have already
that Summers bring, have already
settled the cost, and we live
within the memory now.
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