The feet of the chickens are like garden rakes
Moving and removing stubborn winter leaves
I know there are bugs I believe there are snakes
One chicken squawks and apparently believes
Two chickens hope that whatever eggs they lay
Both might avoid decapitation today
A green bough of mistletoe falls on the ground
Falls from a great height in a sycamore tree
A green bough of mistletoe falls and is found
On Christmas midmorning is found there by me
And I take this omen as omen my own
That in the new year I might not be alone
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
That in the new year I might not be alone
I understand. I wish all to be as you wish it, Steven. Love and peace to you,
Regis