something as dreary as the weather, as happy as the cold.

By Stan Petrovich

 
YULETIDE LOGS/BIRDS/STARS

there they are
crackling on tv
to see, yet get no warmth from,
or is it so?
I get warmth from visionary manipulation
like you, so far away, yet so embodied in my heart;
let us go down to the sea;
let us ring in the New Year there;
let us be bold without even a touch together;
we can see the pelicans and terns,
squawking and mating freely.
the stars are bursting with faraway grief,
because they cannot see two pairs of eyes together,
squinting at them.Stars

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