have you had your fill
of the night's taunts
of the owl's teasing hoots
of fallen petals from rose buds
nipped of scents
when the wind blew
and colored them red?
shall you bring
a torch
to give you a better view
of the walkway to heaven
a pair of gloves to hold
burning rocks as you climb
to the top of a falling tree
before it hits the ground?
spare candles are in my pocket
i have yet to weave a net
wait for me by the furnace
or wake me before you go
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