A Little No, A Long Review

A pebble dribbled slowly from shoe to walking shoe—
A thought beget a word beget an action beget you.
Trace the line from last to first as if that was its flow:
A darkness, smoke and wick relit, wax builds to heady glow—
A pleasant, if absurd delight, a dream scenario:
A horde of Corgi puppies with their dogwalker in tow.
This present darkness leaves a hint, an ill-begotten clue
That all the dreams I ever dreamt can’t hold a candle to.