Candles flame
brightest
in the thickness
of night.
Those in the black
will find
your heart
and be drawn
to its fire.
Shine out with
the brightness gained
from your own sorrow.
Throw your
cloak of stars
around
the starless.
I left my
shoes in Milwaukie
a scarf
in Sudan
in London
I discovered
a prawn allergy
and in Paris
I ate five
croissants.
I am now on a bus
hurtling through
fields
it could be England
and it could be Illinois
field and sky
I bought shoes
and a scarf
and vegetarian lunch
before boarding
Does it matter
where I am going?
field and sky
me
don’t have
names
anyway.
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