Rips Of Curly Ribbon

There are trees creeping round
every corner.  “No, we’re not going
to let it in any earlier.  Go away.”
Outside, cold tongues on winter mornings.
Things that don’t exist.
Three Christmasses in a bag.
Comfort, joy.

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