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last weekend’s candles

last weekend’s candles
burned up—
lasted, lit and luscious
through wine and olives,
Easter chocolates, lilies,
laughter, love, long nights

On Wednesday,
I remember—
Throw away
those foiled spent wicks.
Fill the glass holders
with creamy unlit white
waiting for Friday
and you at the door
with a match

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