My Xmas List
The drugged buzzing of winter flies
spiraling downward in a dream.
Loons in some Scandinavian night,
the woods full of moose.
An old ship, crossing the ocean,
cold waves slapping steel.
The sky pricked by stars
and exhaling frost.
A blaze of leaves dieing in a bonfire,
salting warm stones with ash.
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