gives me a look when i finally
get home.
the near bare
branches
thirsting for water.
needles puddled
on the floor.
i'm sorry i tell her,
but it's time to go.
i unwrap the lights,
take the ornaments off,
but
i leave the tinsel on,
the angel
hair.
let her go out to the curb
with a little dignity,
a little bit of holiday spirit
still there.
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