Match
by John Tustin
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I’m full of gas
with no ignition.
I’m kindling
without spark.
I’m a nucleus
lacking fission.
I’m a lonely can of kerosene
in the dark.
And there you sit
on the other side
of life
looking like
two vigorous amorous
rubbing sticks;
a bolt of lightning;
a match.
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