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Click hereSix wire hangers,
lots of twist-ties.
Lots. Don't forget
the masking tape.
Everything binds
together. When
I spread the hangers
into a tree, he says
Industrial! Minimalist!
Our eyes smile
at my amateur marvel.
Tiny lights. Little jewels
twined in gold garland.
It's a feathery necklace,
conical, too big to ship,
so it shines from a berth
on the speaker, and we
watch it shine.
He bends over me. Red, blue,
green, purple sparkle.
He says
You smell so good.
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 35,000 poems.
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I liked the "green purple sparkle" line and "too big to ship". This poem is a marvel of economy and a joy to read. Lovely!
How do you color Christmas? How do you color love? With all the hues of the rainbow...*G*