Midnight Air
Scented with pine
A rapid language
I can't define
Selling pagan symbols on Essex street
Living in a minivan through the holiday season
The ice in the sidewalk cracks
A dirt crystal dusting
Drinking gingerbread lattes
Clutching paper bags filled with bright tissue paper
Quickly clacking black boots
Stutter on the streets
Above hangs a mesh wire heaven
Of bright light bulbs
And flickering tinsel
Snow flakes and Seasons greetings
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