I sit alone
Before
An uncurtained
Window,
Enjoying
The neighbor's
Many-colored
Christmas lights.
They outline his house
And parade down
Our communal fence;
They flash
And they twinkle,
Sparkling brilliantly
In the crisp, cold night,
And bring to mind
My childhood,
Now so long ago.
How I wish
I could string
My own lights,
Mayhap even
Festoon
This common house
In Griswald-esque
Abandon!
For the past two years (2006-2008) The Bridge of Silver Wings has earned a name for itself both as a series of poems published in different e-zines and as a book first published in 2007.
What makes this 2009 edition a special one is th
For the past two years (2006-2008) The Bridge of Silver Wings has earned a name for itself both as a series of poems published in different e-zines and as a book first published in 2007.
What makes this 2009 edition a special one is th
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