Friday, December 7, 2012

Top-Secret Christmas Mission

My day is off feeling morning,
Straightening weather data,
And warming a woman dismantled.
My stories about first-stop pre-ordered January
Tempt her excitement.

I might not be forgotten.

Today, the world fought bravely,
Epic time flossed conversations,
The theatre creased my thoughts.
The intensity of family feuds flashed
During the first week
Of me and my sisters going to Gurnee,
Missing mom riding along.

The top-secret Christmas mission,
An event bravely bitten,
Quit within twenty minutes.
Equal poems compare global fiction,
Short, planned nights.
Anybody stabbed with scissors
Knows this season.

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