Tuesday, December 28, 2010

On Christmas day

you can see a child's laughter
through cracked palms,
Beat out the
and overzealous precipitation
with a field of candle-flames refusing to die.
And when you try to sing
there is nothing but miracles in your throat.

(after writing this poem I had to listen to this song
and yes. I do know how cheese and non-xmassy that is)

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