Smidgens
Late, Christmas night, wandering past your home. I see your face in the window, warm, buried in your phone, your lamps glow There’s a fuzziness about your image The trees, their winter arms angling for musty sky, starless. The atmosphere’s full of their… Continue Reading “Christmas Presence”
In the Christmas photo album….. Ghosts run among the pages Through images stuffed with Santas and snowmen. My sister’s ghost gives Indian burns My brother’s ghost I didn’t know Began to know And sometimes wished I still didn’t know Young ghosts of daughters Tell… Continue Reading “Christmas Photo Album”
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