Seeds and mixes and lemon loaves
And Christmas! At my house, the
Deadline approaches! Postals
Are lacking, still bound to my
Hand. Late, again, of course,
Like a smile, hidden and slacking.

I've coddled my seeds and my cats and
My needs. Christmas or not, I’m guilty
Of greed. Why bind a ‘you owe’
To religion and house? Unbound at last,
It feels really good, being home, again!
Of course, like a hidden smile, I still am.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
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