Birthday Candles

A child sits, unmoving.
Beads of wax drip into
frosting so Thick blue
congeals on white,
Unearthly pearls from a
planet Of broken clocks and
sugar. Years turn in tune,
Melting off monuments in
days. So quick, blow them
out, They’re burning down
while A child sits, unmoving. 

—Ali Brown is a first year in Pauli Murray College.

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