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Tuesday, December 25, 2012

On Leaving Christmas


From  Christmas 2005 (but still true).


On leaving Christmas presence in the air,
on holiday from work, or maybe not...
our spirit feels, as winter, cold and bare,
our body, now a temple sense forgot.

The reasons for the Christmas presents bought
are gone, like bows and papers, in a bag
somewhere behind a fence. Our hearts besot
with cheerfulness; with milk and honey, sag
from Christmas dark regret; to new years sulk and drag.


© 2005 W.D.Neighbors

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