After Christmas
Late-risers’ strings of
lights
wink white and red
wink white and red
at the empty boxes
wrapped in foil.
wrapped in foil.
The wire reindeer
topples in the wind.
One flake drifts past
a waxy magnolia tree.
a waxy magnolia tree.
Let it snow.
(Previously published by Ishaan Literary Review)
Marianne Szlyk is the editor
of The Song Is... , an associate poetry editor
at Potomac Review, and a professor of
English at Montgomery College. Her second chapbook, I Dream of Empathy, was published by Flutter Press.
Her poems have appeared in a variety of online and print venues,
including Silver Birch Press, Cactifur,
Of/with, bird's thumb, Truck, Algebra of Owls, The Blue Mountain Review,
and Yellow Chair Review. Her first
chapbook is available (for free) through Kind of a Hurricane Press: http://barometricpressures.blogspot.com/2014/10/listening-to-electric-cambodia-looking.html
Dear Marianne,
ReplyDeleteI appreciate what you have captured in just 9 lines of simple, well-chosen words.--So true.
Blessings and thanks,
Michael
Thank you very much, Michael. :)
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