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Evergreen
by Cassandra LeighPeople love each other more in December.
Their gay chatter fills the coffee shops (Eggnog Latte! Peppermint Mocha Twist!)
while I sit in the corner
writing lyrics on napkins.
Christmas in California?
The smell of eucalyptus
mingles with cinnamon.
Christmas, more plastic than golden.
Strings of lights, false trees with
colored globes, convex mirrors reflect
warped, rushing people, serfs of
Lady Visa
But here, in my kingdom of final exams and no TV,
Christmastime is simple:
cold hands, warm mug, your sweater
our voices rising together
in defiance of calculus
(and quiet hours)
solace in shared solitude, if only for a moment
and when it has passed,
before my eyes:
quantum theory notes
stained receipts (reminders I cant really afford Christmas)
cracked window-pane, street light, wall
(no snow)
but somehow,
even in this red-eyed college town,
you can hear bells in the wind
12/11/2008 Posted on 12/12/2008
Copyright © 2024 Cassandra Leigh
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 12/12/08 at 03:06 PM Ah yes, the coffee shop and the books. Reminds me of Drakes in Ann Arbor. Wow, 50 years ago. Calculus isn't that bad, but then I was math major. Good luck on the exams. Oh yes, nice write. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 12/19/08 at 05:40 PM Deep in thought, bells in the wind and all, this is such a beautifully written poem. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 12/19/08 at 05:41 PM (now I want to head for a coffeehouse, books in hand...) |
| Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 12/19/08 at 08:29 PM Great write. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 12/20/08 at 01:38 AM Says to me that Christmas is much more than expensive (or inexpensive) gifts, decorations, finery; but the sound of music and good will in the air. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 12/20/08 at 01:40 AM OOPS! Congratulations on POTD! Dec. 19. |
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