Saturday, December 25, 2010

Christmas Spirit

Standing in the doorway, early snowflakes 
falling gently down. A quiet violence lights
the nighttime sky. Our darkness was long ago
stolen by the kings of business and commerce.

Their light could not illuminate, only confuse and irritate. 

Meltwaters dripping slowly from the eaves. 
The TV fades into the distance, no video 
succubus to steal the soul of our conversation.  
No conversation left to be had. Just drips
of ice water punctuating the silence.

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