remembering suddenly their gift

the candelabra

i drop the handheld mirror

to the floor

and think of how i hid those twelve sticks

unashamed and glittering

in the cellar

and never even once plugged them in:

you and i

had our own idea of energy.

but my fear;

they wore it well

and went to town

so all could see

their generosity.

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