"The Flicker of the Spark"

by DaddyO

The flicker of the spark 

Has a finite immediacy,

Destined to be a flash 

Memory or a raging bonfire:

There is no in-between.

What first feels cold and damp, 

Dries out brittle in time 

But outlives the spark

Whose flickering hopes

Are saturated in gasoline.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

2019, for Moxie

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