christmas eve

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what's clear to us at dusk
distills into dreams

that last streak of pink
seen through stark poplars

then, an almost dark sky
fragrance of frankincense

tawny spirits over ice,
sipped as benediction

sleep takes over writing
a song will wait till morning
words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '17







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