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2011-12-25T22:16:10-05:00December 25th, 2011|Musings on life|

Christmas

As the clock presses the night
into tomorrow

it is quiet
spacious

everyone has gone home

but I can still feel the day
inside me
like a car
with no muffler
that you can hear drive away
for a mile

all the conversations
hum in my chest
my lungs making up
for lost breaths

I think of the cat
the look he gave me
half-hidden in our hedge
waiting for birds
such disdain
for our feast
that seemed to require
so much commotion.

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