January 18, 2021

a balm for separation

there are lights strung round
the tree in my backyard
waiting there for the promised parties

instead, it’s the snow that gathers
where the tree trunks part
as if icing an old injury
a balm for separation

and then you show up
all beauty and warmth
and you see that cold angle
as the joining of lives
only in need of tenderness and time

so it’s left to me
and how I choose to see
the place where our trees
meet


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