So, probable is
the lapse. To embark
upon the smoke
Where we
blew in.
A brazen Falcons’
lateness, and finding
unidentifiable
People,
are like snow.
The lighter finds
you a candle, or some
kind of burnable
To expose
the uncomfortable.
Comfort, after
all, says for some, we
have existence.
© A2Kdavis (K Davis) 2016
Hello Mark 🙂 Thank you. I’m glad you, the reader take something, if anything away from the read…appreciated!
Hello K, I meant to comment on this when i first read it. I agree about the candle image. Also, intrigued by People,/ are like snow. Difficult to light upon the meaning of this and many other of your poems. I think I get a glimpse of it tho, as with a lighter
Thank you, Dean 🙂
enjoying the lighter finds a candle line, the image, to me, has something great about it.