-In Respect to the Revelation of a Singular Birthday Candle
winner! A golden
and tapering finger
of annual pastry illumination and
vibrance; not since the odd day, upon
which I still linger, when I bit a decorative
apple, have I been so bamboozled by a piece of colored wax!
Congratulations, you’re the winner. You clever stick of paraffin
and wick. No other object was thinner or had more residue than
you. You bringer of optimistic light, extinguished with a hopeful WOOSH, post-dinner.
I concede with light-hearted humility, as is my due, that this round goes to you.
Just as then, my eyes are brown,
Frequent reading strained those
The teeth I had have grown
The face I wear still makes
But the face, as yet, remains