River-Light Deepens; Lingers
Over the water, w’thin the waves of crashing flame, I sit ‘n write.
We must face each fireless night.
The road runs riv’ring currents, coursing crashless swirls of traffic.
The wisps of orange marshal light amidst the blue.
Flame stands in its ungentle passing.
The candle on the island lights the moving, glass-bound muse.