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We Are Walking Christmas Trees
Evening sun shines light stripes on my desk,
Through the tabs of my pop can trash.
I thread this light,
Like you would a needle,
Through the eye of the nearest pop tab.
A second can will serve as spool
For this end of thread
Lying golden on my desk.
I close my eyes to think,
I open my eyes to see,
I take a deep breath to breathe
And
I sew this golden light through my knuckles,
I sew this golden light threw my palms,
I sew this golden light up my wrists and arms,
And I sew this golden light ‘round my tongue.
Now, I just need to wait,
For the sun to turn itself off.
Then I will flicker up,
A bright Christmas tree in warm June
(Thread will fall from the cracks in my grin
And light up this dark room).
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