The house of my heart
is white, clean, pure. No windows,
doors. No visitors.
Unbroken
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Anticipation
Making travel plans,
like getting dressed for a date,
is a leap of faith.
Oh Christmas tree
We bring it home, put
it on life support so we
can hang ornaments.
Christmas tree lot
Sad orphans ripped from
the forest stretch out their limbs
pleading, ‘Take *me* home.”
Christmas lights
Like flickering tongues
of flame in green…blue…red. Just
plug in and enjoy.
VH1 shows
It’s the guilty splurge,
potato chips for the mind.
You can’t watch just one.
Picking Christmas trees
Like speed dating, if
they make a good impression,
they come home with us.
Deal or no deal
TV’s “Fisherman
and His Wife” story for our
times. Unalloyed greed.
After the storm
Inside the snowglobe
winter’s still life settles as
flakes swirl in the air.
Survivor – Family Holidays
Two tribes – In-laws and
Parents – force you to over-
eat, then watch TV.
a haiku a day 