tree
dragged to the curb,
set upright
still full of tinsel
against
the hydrant.
so soon?
a trail of angel hair
and broken
ornaments
litter the sidewalk.
dry green
needles
carpet the road.
and there it is,
tossed
in the heap of garbage,
a clue to it all,
the mistletoe.
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