Season Of Skinny Candles By Marge Piercy

A row of tall skinny candles burns
quickly into the night
air, the shames raised
over the rest
for its hard work.
 
Darkness rushes in
after the sun sinks
like a bright plug pulled.
Our eyes drown in night
thick as ink pudding.
 
When even the moon
starves to a sliver
of quicksilver
the little candles poke
holes in the blackness.
 
A time to eat fat
and oil, a time to gamble
for pennies and gambol

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