Dismantling
Dismantling the tree: /
ornaments, lights, memories. /
Packing the past. /
No music to comfort me. /
Watch what the sock monkey sees.
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Recipe
Johnny Mathis sings, /
“Blue Christmas.” In the oven, /
your cranberry bread. /
I follow your recipe /
and breath the rich scent of you.
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No return
It feels good, Beth said. /
She snapped off dead lily heads, /
dropped them to the ground. /
This evening, I did the same, /
but she did not return.
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Skeleton of memories
Winter killed our tree. /
Don’t know if it was before, /
during, or after /
your death. Dead limbs hang barren: /
no buds, no leaves, no cherries. /
Skeleton of memories.
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