The candle flame flickered
shadows across the wall.
Beams of light through the window
twinkling in the next room.
There is a pause and silence, a
breath still inhaled.
Then released and quiet, a
heartbeat heard through fog.
From the sidewalk a glance through
the window to the candle.
A leaf blows in the breeze
floating down slowly to the ground.
A page turns in a book by the wind blowing,
nothing is read.
The clock on the wall ticks and the
hands move meticulously.
The chair at the desk is empty, still
silence fills the room.
A mirror reflects nothing but space.
A look in the mirror gives space a meaning.
Then the candle on the desk by the book
where the chair is flickers, then
the wind blows the candle out, the only
sound heard is the extinguish of the flame.
1997
Doug Logan
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