Young.
I watched the candle burn.
It’s fascination
two little flames
burning in my eyes.
Tell my Dad
I want
to enter
into the flame
become
the thing
be
the flame
not just know it
but be it.
He laughs.
“Either you’re a poet
or you’re mad.
I grow up
to be
a mad poet.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/vocation-for-scarlett/
