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!
A short story of mine was included in an anthology of short fiction by fourteen of Port Town Publishing Company's authors. It is out of print and no longer available except as a download. Contact me at charlenetess@yahoo.com if you want it.
A short story of mine was included in an anthology of short fiction by fourteen of Port Town Publishing Company's authors. It is out of print and no longer available except as a download. Contact me at charlenetess@yahoo.com if you want it.
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