Flint spark

I have indulged myself, bought all those things

forbidden by my youth or lack of means.

Watching rain fall from my porch

I realized I never bought that shiny Ronson lighter

they kept behind glass so adolescent wannabe

cool kids wouldn’t steal from Schnaible’s Drugs.

I don’t smoke and have no need of fire,

but this morning on my porch

I wanted to hold a shiny Ronson lighter in my hand,

watch flint spark wick to flame.

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