BRINGING IN THE TREE
Evergreens are prickly about being cut
And carted into houses. Like cat’s fur
They give off sparks that set off
Tempers. Brothers deride
Sisters’ choice of shape and height.
Fathers curse at bulbs
That flicker out. Mothers fuss
At bark and needles on the rug.
But when the final icicle shimmers
Into place and rainbow-colored
Fireflies ignite in darkening branches,
Satisfaction warms the air.
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