Our First Christmas Tree
The countryside his common
wealth, holly, ash plants
his to harvest as required,
kindling in spring
mushrooms in summer,
blackberries in autumn.
That winter we insisted,
so he took his saw
into starless dark
far beyond the stables,
guided by barbed wire,
returned with a trophy tree.
We crowned it with a silver-paper-covered
cardboard star, hung home-made ornaments
and tissue paper novelties,
pretended to be happier.
I bought one this Christmas
daylight, sized and packaged,
legal, lacking the challenge
of something on the margin,
the tang of trespass,
infant irritant
on the noisome
vain empire of excess.
Michael Farry
Asking for Directions (Doghouse, 2012)
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Wishing you and your family all the joys of Christmas, Michael. 2012 was a good year for you--I hope 2013 will be even better!
Thanks Connie. Happy and peaceful Christmas to you and yours.
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