Photo and Poem by NS
As the year closes
like so many shops
on Broadway
As the children hope
for Ipods
and some things
I can neither
pronounce
or
fathom
or
afford
In this time
of excess
and disparity
and despair
one can only hope
that Santa
has food
in his own pantry
has spare parts
for his sled
has become
techologically savy
doesn't allow
toxic substances
in the elf shop
and remembers
just how much
a coloring book
and crayons
a stocking full of
apples
love
and oranges
a heartfelt song
a belly laugh
and a
dream
still matters
in this imperfect world
that is so quickly evolving
into
a snowy field...
[What might 2010 yield?]
of tomorrows...
borne
from the seeds
[We really must pull the weeds]
Too often selfishly planted...
the day before
the year before
the decade before
[Give me more, more, more...]
yesterday.
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