Little lights
pyramid in clean dusk
are shared
one arm to the next
to shed
the tawny night.
He brings a candle
to cast out
catpawed dark,
joins the wick to another.
This too
softly gathered
will be
merged with the last.
Years ago he
held a lime
and the lime
grew to the orange
and the orange
grew to the melon.
Until he held his years
melted and plied
into a whole--
A body to boast
to the next
and to the next.