You’re distant but near.
I live through your moods, friends, pix
vicariously.
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You’re distant but near.
I live through your moods, friends, pix
vicariously.
Snowpack seems solid
but underneath, droplets sing
of melting caverns.
Bandana over
his sweet smile, ninja to his
anime girlfriend.
He won me over
with his Facebook comment on
her profile picture
When Robert Frost wrote
“Nothing gold can stay,” he could
have described child stars.
Bored orange nibbles
away black’s filmy fins. Sad
stubs flail lost beauty.
Being green we use
fabric bags old boxes to
wrap gifts. No trees die.
Like laser pointers
they blind in red green blue as
they save the planet
Soon, darkness recedes.
But tonight I wrap myself
in velvet-starred black.
Can days be merry
and bright? Jobs – like ornaments –
fragile, out of reach.