Candles

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photo & poem © Kristin Cleage

Every morning I light two candles.

Tea candles. One in the iron palm.

One in the sandstone

cross. Always a six day

candle burning in the

front, on the

mantel. The

mantel

that is a shelf.

The protection of

candles. Today I lit

three, ordered more. Not

daring

to stop.