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  • Nine candles light my house.
    Every candle lit boosts the glow until we can almost see each other.
    They must have hit the transformer again on Culver.
    Seven thousand people thrown into darkness by this outage.
    Nine candles and one gimp flashlight.
    Wake up call for natural disasters. Buy battery radio and flashlight batteries.
    Sitting here wondering what’s defrosting in the freezer.
    Maybe the fudgsicles are turning to mush.
    Or the milk I just bought is souring.
    Maybe the story I started did not save.
    Maybe the lights will return soon.
    The policewoman I spoke to on the phone really had no clue.
    So Ca Edison is en route says the trusty cell phone.
    Maybe the rain will stop and I’ll go outside and look at the dark night sky.
    And the candles that last only 8 hours will last a little longer.
    The dishes will do themselves.
    If I dump the melted wax from the wick the flame will grow.
    There I can almost see you again.
    Until then another sip of cognac and all's well with the world.

    How do you like that, powers on again.
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