Happy Birthday Jesus. By cas


December 21, 2005


Following the celebration of lights,
the coming of
The Light of the World, and
the dawn of a new year,
a million Christmas trees
will line the curbs
of city and suburban streets
from Monterey
to Newark.

Their needles will leave
brown and green shadows
on white snow.

For a few days
the streets of America
will look like a postcard
from a Nagasaki lumber yard
dated Christmas, 1945.

(cas, 2005)

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