A cage of coloured glass
Cradles a candle
Girl reaching up with both arms
Blonde dreads, dirty sundress
Glimpse the inside arches
Of her feet
In darkness
She passes her lantern into the tree
It’s a night of wine and small fires.
Curled up like a girl in a bath
The bright cage of candle glass
Is borne up in a breath,
Like a baby, her term running backwards.
Every day she grows smaller and further away.
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