A holiday note to C.B.

Wishing
I could share a bowl of
Merry merry
There with you
No cherries in my pipe
Apple pie preferred
But thinking of you
All the same
The moment
All juicy jolly
Knowing your
Kinetic connection
Crackles in my
Chris Kringle
Lights a fire in the old stone fireplace
Lips sipping wassail
I can still hear
Heartbeats in my headphones

Should be sparklers and rose parades
He said
But the quiet feels
Real
And the journey
Always worth the taking
Until another day
Another month
Another year
Over and out

And by now
I'm busy unpacking
Stuffing new hope into a dresser drawer
Hanging up my hang-ups
Shoving my shoes
Back under the bed

Another day
Another party



Michael S. True
12-25-13