Twice as bright
a choir of three octillion candles
required to sing
the brightness of the sun
the bemused sun watches me
watching the wind like a wish
travel these endless fields of flames
even if you could gather such a crowd
how would you ever light them all
in the same moment
then I see that moment
all the struck matches
lowered to the dark threads
of their thin throats
and briefly just after the birth
of the second flame
two suns worth of sunlight
why is it so important to imagine this
maybe it was to try and get
somewhere close
to conveying the brightness of you
