Lights
These lights gather round
fluttering-
one brighter than the other-
but the latter glows yellow with joy;
another is a cool blue
I am illuminated in their reflections,
and cannot but smile,
for they are the children-
the earthly angels
we humans
are allowed.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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