A row of tall skinny candles burns
quickly into the night
air, the shames raised
over the rest
for its hard work…When even the moon
starves to a sliver
of quicksilver
the little candles poke
holes in the blackness….No disasters, no
repentance, just remember
and enjoy. The miracle
is really eight days
and nights without trouble.*shames: the middle candle that lights the others every night
Sunday sayings: An extract of Marge Piercy’s poem “Season of skinny candles” and a photo of Thursday’s last night of my Chanukah candles
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