i take the tree down.
bulb
by bulb, unwinding the strings
of lights.
the ornaments go back
into the box
marked xmas. pushed onto
a shelf in the cellar.
off goes
the tinsel, the angel
hair, the star
on top. the blanket
below
where the stand holds
tight.
the needles are dry.
it sags
in the corner.
but it had a good life
serving well
through many days
through many
holiday nights.
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