IS IT CHRISTMAS YET?

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The pine tree, wounded
bright, has come into the house
to die, standing up.

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OLD CODGER

1.
feeble fingers type:
in spring a young lad’s fancy
likely turns to love

2.
dinner tray for one
talking back to the TV
no news is new news

3.
burp, a little nap
to redeem the livelong day
sugarplum dessert

4.
fleeting radiance
limp now in the drinking glass
plucked dandelions