Monday, December 25, 2017

The Ghost of Christmas Isn’t

Don’t describe the day
Or, if you must, go easy
On the adjectives.

It’s snowing inside the dream
That harbors your awareness.
None of the dead know they’re dead.
None of the living forgive

Life, really forgive
Life, say it’s alright
For it to be life
Exactly as it is life.

No one on the road tonight
As flakes swirl though the streetlight.
Once you know this, you forgive.

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