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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Christmas Light

Christmas Lights by frostkisses
The tree fell down
and the lights shorted out
The in-laws are bickering
and the mice are stirring in the basement 
but we made love in the mess
and laughed
and picked pine needles off each other's bodies
Comfort and joy.