As I strolled along the beaten path,
I thought of how a dinner roll
Might be the nasty thing to do the trick,
Or maybe some fried, breaded okra.
Do you see the harmony
In the little things in the cemetery?
Jump into my arms, just as the wave
Crashes upon the shore.
The tide is coming in, my dear,
So count your blessings for this year.
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No, not now. I have buzzards to feed. I have a car to wash. I’m not sure where I left my wallet. Where did you go? Where am I? I like lasagna. Meatloaf is tasty. Won’t you stay a while? Let’s keep it together. Ripe. Loud sounds in my ears. Teeth swinging on the porch. I have ten thousand ears of corn to plant.
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Christmas comes but once a year.
Once a year is more than enough.
Couldn’t we change it to every other year?
That would be more practical, I think.
It would fit my budget and my
Planning calendar better that way.
Couldn’t we carol every six years,
And maybe give gifts every ten?
Traveling, and standing in line,
Making a turkey, a ham, or both;
Oh, what stress I’m in just
Thinking about all the fun.
Holidays are never as
Wonderful as they are
Hyped up to be.
Christmas is a religious holiday,
At its heart. But it’s gotten
So commercial, or it’s a time
For family to gather,
Which means asking off of work.
Can my schedule fit
The schedule of everyone else?
Oh, what a mess!
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Christmas is an echo in the scream of all tangents totally forgotten. Easter is a pulsing leftover ham hock in a pot waiting for the soup. Grain seethes up in a steaming geyser. What is keeping the pastor’s billy goat? Let’s run smoothies under capsized arrangements.
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Stumbling along the sidewalk 