Christmas, Long Island, NY (2010)
What--
but the words escape me.
Oh poetry, and winter night.
The Christmas lights like memory,
the thrill of once, of hope.
In the sky, the stars, the same stars.
In the air, the smell, the same smell.
In my life, the day, the same day.
Yet, what--
it all escapes me,
this empty,
to find me old, without--
The snow falls for days and we waste
our time.
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