After Midnight | Poem

A Bonfire flames and sparks rising into the night

Photo: Christopher Burnson

After Midnight by John Rux-Burton (2025)


How bright, how joyous,
the taper
burning as if the fire’s heart
does not know restraint,
or
knows not that it’s dying, 
or knowing there is nothing
if not the shadow's dance...

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