Men At Thirty

Thirty today, I saw
The trees flare briefly like
The candles upon a cake
As the sun went down the sky,
A momentary flash
Yet there was time to wish

Before the break light could die
If I had known what to wish
As once I must have known
Bending above the clean candlelit tablecloth
To blow them out with a breath

by Donald Justice

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Though turning 30 is important, the writer expresses the everyday as usual with the trees and the sun rising and going down, it's a very unique poem of real and brush imaginary