Saturday, December 24, 2011

ode for christmas come

some things don't sell well for christmas...
  
   used books stacked along crowded shelves 
   preowned cars lined up in lighted lots
   vacant homes foreclosed by fat banks
   one's old toys and brittle faded ornaments

or share the joyful celebration of the season...
  
   a widow or as single again all alone tonight 
   soldiers standing station far away from home
   shivering homeless one sleeping on steps
   a forgotten puppy dog found in the pound