Christmas Wish

Daisy chains of past love
combined to make our DNA,
co-mingling our energies,
weaving together the roots of our hair.

I hear you pealing out ballads from the curb.
Songs we made of Christmases past,
creaking in the old bones of birds
not yet pulled apart at the breast.

But we do not have to win the big half
to make a wish.
Anyone can.
Close your eyes, take a breath,
and begin.

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