A Cubist Christmas.

For Christmas,
she bought a collection of cubist poems
titled Don’t Forget To Love Me. 
How could I?
In all the rain
I loved her - constant
In all our changes
I loved her - always
In the bamboo -
surprising <exclamation mark>,
their voracious growth
each morning demonstrating
an opportunity to be reborn.

It was our first 
(Christ)mas
where the children didn’t believe

It was our best.

In the recent summer,
I’d grown mushrooms
To find a lucidity I’d missed
Fractal illusions miraged (degarim) on the horizon

horizon

TimeandDistanceBecame 

A - B - S - T - R - A - C - T

The a l l 

Seeing 

E (Y) E 

paraded proudly on top of our T

R

E

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