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AprilDawn Dec 2014
my spatula
conducts  an
imaginary orchestra
carols
dance through
my hands
suddenly
Christmas past  
floods
my eyes  
like a sharp jab
with
a   roast fork
memories
rip apart  
these
hastily mended  seams
I stand there
in tears
after my
triumphant
orchestral
debut.
The  2nd Christmas  (2004)after  my husband  died , I was trying to  get into  the mood ...when Christmas  memories hijacked me  and killed  the mood.

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