Poem: Porch Light

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Porch Light

Late at night,
no one cares
about the rust or wear.
No one cares
that your lamp has no shade
and swings awkwardly from the porch ceiling.

All that matters
is the light.

About this poem.

I actually think battered people shine brighter, sometimes.

Tom

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