A carol
Dickens
Not even elves
Could have timed
December homeless
Between pine
No miniature
No reindeer
Just flash of rind
Through Sistine fingers
Longhand-yellow
In snow
Then obvious
Pull of blue jeans’
Slow
Re-arranged
Relief
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This really touched me. Beautifully descriptive. I miss you guys.
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