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when the tree comes down
I could tell you
life is supposed to be uneven
as I watch you tie on pretty blue bows.
the package looks a mess,
so much tape adhered.
I think back and wonder
when will it come unglued.
I leave your wrapping intact
with marvel of sacrifice,
a gift I have come to learn
never meant to be opened.
life has always been awkward
as a little one who could never learn
beauty is just a delusion
on printed paper, held by cellophane,
topped in looping curls never unfurled.
Put the scissors away and dream beneath
these primary lights
illuming dark illusion.
Smell green thicken, lying inside here.
Celebrate before the tree comes down.
2.16.22
2.20.22 edit
21 lines, free verse
not sure, but what we do might really be ugly and unhealthy, but gets us through life, anyway. we all die, anyway.
Quill Nominated Best Poetry Collection two consecutive years, 2020 and 2021.
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