On a Wednesday evening,
Sparkling lights on bare assembled birch wood trees
Illuminate my living room.
Trees that are meant for Christmas;
That are meant for my yard.
But they will stay here in my living room;
For clarity, for vision.
A blanket of hope
As I survive this dark and dangerous election;
So much colder, darker, more brutal than the winds in my frosty front yard.
the forest of lights sparkles like twinkling bells, scattering
starlight and fills this room with fervent hope.
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