christmas

By Steve LaVigne

sling the season across your back
like the pack of a peddler
give away what you cannot possibly give
but believe in it anyways

present giver, in and out at all hours
sneaking sweets, judgment bringer

the suit we’ve been prepping for all year
now flaming red with embarrassment, laughter
tears, anger

so much to fit in this thin skating day

so much to do before midnight
this longest night of the heart
brown and tufted, pumping
harnessed

flying somewhere under the heavens
no star yet visible
in the darkness

 

Steve LaVigne is the co-founder of a local poetry group, CU Poetry, in East Central Illinois. The group meets weekly to share poetry and to help make poetry a part of the greater community experience. Visit his website: stevelavigne.wix.com.

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