spittle on a spark
a match struck
in the dark
my world
copies
childhood fire crackers
my heart
a sparkler
that sparkles
for many
but does so
best for you
hold me proudly
to your chest
as you run through life's park
and your carnival will never fold
up its tent
and leave our town
just as my gloriously dazzling insides
will never fade
but grow brighter
with the gradual quieting of time
death
some could say
is the match
that lets the real sparkler
that lives in each of us
out to be truly free
eventually...........
(written Dec. 16, 2000 3am)