Its Holiday
bent over
the fire
stokes
the logs
aflame
it’s holiday
the brink
of passion
the flash
the flicker
of hearth
and home
homing in
the pigeon
lands
with message
in its claws
hello
the chimney whispers
it’s holiday
the smoke rises
simmers
12/23/2022
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