A
gift of two Turtle Doves.
A
holiday earworm
I
prefer leather gloves.
They
have two holidays.
But,
in America
We
search for double AA’s.
My
bar bereft of Cordials.
My
mailbox bereft of cards
My
accounts bereft of numerals.
In
rainbow laundry room.
A
day of rest and unrest
Clearing
wrapping paper strewn.
We
light a black candle.
A
day of Umoji
To
brighten our mantel.
The
Feast of Saint Stephen.
A
Martyrs death he
Stoned
by the heathen.
On
Octave Day of His birth.
A
gift of eight Beatitudes
To
quench a faithful thirst.
A
time to remember.
A
time for reflexion
This
end of December.
Memories
of Best and Least.
A
personal Renaissance
We’ll
celebrate a New Year’s feast.
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