Guiding Lights

Even the muse has to light her own candles.
Red. Amber. Green.
I saw two blackbirds fighting
or flirting in a bush.
Everyone needs a light.
Their own unnamed shade of colour.
The happy glow of the Madonna.
Flickering LEDs.
Red specks of wine on white jeans.
The door in American Beauty.
Artificially coloured sweets.

I saw two Blackbirds fighting
or flirting
as the sun rose,
they stopped and stared at me.

Flick the switch
through the darkness
if you can find it.


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