Path Lamps

Presented to me several months ago,
I didn’t think I needed them, and yet,
fraternal acts protecting me are so
adorable I stored without regret
the box, and last week other brother set
them up along the path that fronts my gate.
Malfunction two days later didn’t get
a gripe, or make my gratitude abate.

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