June and Aiden sit
on the patio with steaming mugs
in an abnormally
icy December.
Should the cousins laugh or cry,
gossip or reminisce?
The distant city chugs and wheezes,
a glimmering skyline—
starry without the night,
without the stars—
myriads of
garlands and wreaths and tinsels and Ukrainian didukhs.
Avenues kaleidoscopically lit up
for a season when malls are inaccessible
and trains distend as though we'd
spiraled into the zombie apocalypse
if the zombies were Mommy and Daddy's
little bundles of joy.
Aiden's house isn't decorated.
Too much of a hassle.
Too cold this year.
Inside, Bill, June's husband,
tries to ignite the grumpy old fart of a fire
while "I'll Be Home for Christmas" plays
bittersweetly,
reminding all
of all
the parents who weren't in fact home for Christmas.
June and Aiden
share a sigh they see
in the biting winter air.
She's thirty-eight.
He's twenty-seven.
They've both got mugs
and no family members left
save each other
and Bill,
who is heard, from the fireplace,
saying tons of words
Jesus probably isn't happy about.
Finally
to break the silence
June tells Aiden a story
about a girl who persevered and a counselor
who looked like a female version of Fred Flintstone.
Then Aiden in turn
tells June a story
about a boy, a girl,
and a daffodil.
And as June and Aiden
turn in toward
the gruff cheering of Bill
and the cindery scent of success,
they share a laugh they see
in the
biting
winter
air.
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Heartpen: Poems of a Cardiac Quill
PoetryAdventure calls to seekers from different eras, different towns, even different worlds. Paths cross. Journeys intertwine. This poetry book highlights mysteries that drive us. It explores loss, endurance, and the struggle to find truth. Featuring gr...