Lamplighter

I am the last one up
tucking the empty bowl
of popcorn in the sink,
fluffing a soft pillow
of white soap,
kissing a tight door to frame,
touring the house like a lamplighter
extinguishing the flames
that have kept you up

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2 Responses to Lamplighter

  1. Ms. Moon says:

    I’m not exactly sure but I think I’m pretty sure I know exactly what you mean.

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