Ice on pine needles--|
can it hear the Christmas bells?
Can anything not?
Spider in the drain--
Christmas whoops in the parlor--
silent, dark, the drain.
Scrub Christmas tree, bare--
rooms echo--furniture gone--
mother and child laugh.
Sleigh ride all finished--
the mare, eating Christmas oats,
hears house noise, and snorts.
Flashing Christmas lights
entrance three speechless patients
slouched in parked wheelchairs.
Tree's all taken down--
year's end--where is Christmas now?
Deep within each pulse.
by Alan Harris. All rights reserved.