light

people, places,
tail-lights, head-lights, faces
you can't see from here -
	lights across the estuary
	glittering -
movement on the road
threads onward through
the dark,
the mind-spark that flares you past
soil and scandal -
the candle of your heart 
put out
by a careless gesture -
do you remember it? the scalding
wick of it, the wide thick pool of heat congealing
as you waited to solidify
the pain of it away?
those sick days, those
people, places, tail-lights red, pale faces
you don't want to see from here -
	lights across the estuary
	glittering -
and movement on the road
threads thought through
the dark -
your spark lit 
and glowing steady.

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