for Tyler
It seems to matter
I use a Zippo,
not the taper’s monkish flame.
It seems to matter I choose the white
over red before asking the difference,
that I love the fresco’s talented horse
though couldn’t name his rider –
but what’s not authentic at the Virgin’s feet?
She knows I am not a bad person, just troubled.
She knows the wick is burning.
From: http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poems/atheist-lighting-candle-albi-cathedral
Date: 2005
By: Frances Leviston (1982- )
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