Sad orphans ripped from
the forest stretch out their limbs
pleading, ‘Take *me* home.”
Christmas tree lot
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Sad orphans ripped from
the forest stretch out their limbs
pleading, ‘Take *me* home.”
Like flickering tongues
of flame in green…blue…red. Just
plug in and enjoy.
Like speed dating, if
they make a good impression,
they come home with us.
Two tribes – In-laws and
Parents – force you to over-
eat, then watch TV.
Summer’s sizzle leaves
me cold. Instead, winter’s white
embrace warms my heart.
J’s Pied Piper calls.
Mecca of offbeat fashion,
she shops in a daze.
They create out of
nothing whole scenes, entertain
from mere suggestions.
The Windy City
carries aloft a million
dreams on fierce updrafts.
Windows at Lord &
Taylor gleam with holiday
scenes. Small worlds of joy
The heart of the world.
Like fireworks that never fade
explosions of light.