The flame flickers and bounces

its hot light off of these beige walls.

Trembling furnace serenades the night

while the fridge hums along.

Orange lamplight reflected

in the accumulating snow

reminds me of re-entering the city

after a long trip on the highway.

In the dark for miles

headlights glare every few minutes

blackness pushing on car doors

until the first hints of orange city lights


Beckoning the car forward

flickering as the flame does

trapped in its waxy home.

{Sometimes it feels good to Just Write…}