-The last act: a winter’s solstice,

as time stills in frigid night,

 

the measures of life, lifetimes

and units we construct memory on

 

approach an end, another beginning,

another punctuation, along with graying,

 

the tree’s month-long residence

leaves needles on the carpet,

 

the loss of occupants, under its branches,

leaves the tree all the more ashamed.

 

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