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The match

By Richard


It’s pretty simple

You’re walking in a park, or in a field,

some open place

a big view of the sky

You see two people in the distance


As you get closer you begin to recognize them

maybe a couple of friends,

maybe one lights a cigarette,

The sky, the expanse

The lit match of course doesn’t burn you

You see it, but you’re not touched by the flame

There’s the sky, two friends.


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