I bellow at my stubborn light.
Grunting as I
lift the bushel,
just barely,
struggling to stuff the beams
out of sight,
out of mind.
They won't see you under here,
I told it.
Hide the light, and wait
for a person with enough rigor
and aggression
to knock the barrel over.
But maybe I won't hold my breath--
at least not for too long.
everyone is
t r a n s i e n t,
and wants
immediate
gratification.
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