Dec
2015

Meet me here.

What, this came out as poetry? Clearly some sort of mistake.
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Meet me by the Christmas tree
oh! Meet me there
Meet me in the town square
under the baubles
beneath the lights
deep in the pine-scent darkness
meet me there.
Meet me like a sleigh-strewn gift
unexpected kiss
beneath the plastic mistletoe.
Meet me on the concrete stair
where traffic hums
distant and calm
where pigeons haunt
the blue-light chaos of Christmas
where trees
netted with ice
case my hopeful vigil.
Make now steps
through thin-dusted snow
blown tumbling into grass
cut short
smart
for winter show.
I see you, warm
wrapped, coat gloves hat
tiptoe tumble through each blot
of cream light
spot-lighting your approach.
I press back down,
nestle warm in branches
breathe snow and pine
oh! Meet me here,
beneath the Christmas tree
oh meet me here.

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