On Advent – V: Artificial Perfection

As a child
We trudged through snow
In search of the perfect tree
Face frozen – thumbs numb

At last
One was chosen
Cut, dragged, secured, and off. we. go.
Trudge, trudge, trudge, trudge

I cannot
My face
Or hands

They thought
They were

And so they were.

I open a box
Three pieces and a stand
Plug it in – done.


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