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Oct 2022
this glare. A firefly
diving in the ebony air
won't be captured. These wings
molt. But won't be fractured.

None can dim
this spark. This star shines
in pitch dark, sharp as talons
of a hawk.

None can dim
this inner glow, cast
a shadow on the flow of electric
light. It burns for all. And burns
deep bright.
sandra wyllie
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