red and blue
socks
my shirt
sings songs
like the
wind-up santa
on
the doorstep
of the snowflake
on the doily covered folding table i
feel
like mrs. clause
sitting alone
here
in the middle
of this
festive sea
tick-tock
watching
all the vocal
swarm of happy people
moving in motion blur
around my head
except
for me,
left behind by time,
isolated and cold
in air
like a raindrop
in a
polar
ice cap sea...
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