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Homemade Ornaments


Homemade Ornaments

Night falls and shadows
close as his mind contorts to pressure

without pleasure. Memories
flee and bones remain. Why?

runs through his mind, over and over
like a water wheel lifting nourishment
only to balance as images flash,
to tip, pouring away joy
leaving a slurry of slices
that no scavenger
can chew. Hour after hour,

night after night, he sits, tiered
questions stream
from red eyes until hollows
remain. A branch

leans against the corner, remnants
of his daughters’ love scaled down

to two pieces of card
and wool. Ornaments that dangle
and dazzle cast sparkling lights
into a broken room

of near-silent sobs.

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