Monday, July 5, 2010

The Morning After the Fourth

Do you think if the Roman Candle knew that come Monday morning it would be nothing more than an empty memory left on a West Hollywood sidewalk it would still - as darkness fell on July 4th -- say strike the match and watch me dazzle the world?
I'm hoping that it would.

My candle burns at both ends
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends -
It gives a lovely light.
Edna St. Vincent Millay -  "A Few Figs from Thistles", 1920
 US poet (1892 - 1950)

Not that I'm a fan of burning candles at both ends.  On the other hand, neither am I a fan of keeping candles Roman or otherwise neatly packed away in drawers waiting for just the right and possibly the safe time to strike the match.

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