Slender pillar burning bright, remarkably distinguished. I wish that you could stay the night but you must be extinguished. Your wick shall be collapsed between my thumb and foremost finger. Apologies for hours hence that you had thought to linger. Yet even as I snuff you out, fear not, dismantled flame – for night again shall doubtless come and day go whence it came. C.M. Rivers’ poems have appeared in Badlands, Spoon River, The Wayfarer, Soundings, and elsewhere in print and online. Nominated once for the Pushcart Prize, you can read more of his writing at cmrivers.com. A native of the Pacific Northwest, he currently lives in California.