an autumn day it was
and I thought it was the end
with the turning of the leaves
I believed that heartache
like ocher foliage
would wither and fall
with seasons turning
but the needles
needled evergreen
so I made my pain
a Christmas tree
chopped it down
dragged it home
marveled at its
impermanent beauty
drowned in its
scent and size and
hung my shining tears
upon it like baubles
now, well past its day
the needles finally fall
and I can place it on the curb
to look upon it no more
until the world turns again
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