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Friday, December 25, 2009
Wreath
Wreath
A garland, a crown,
a rounded sprig of twigs
and cut greens to lean on the door.
An empty frame,
a mock mirror lacking
kept images, reflective backing.
This is an entrance
that I have circled, a porthole,
an enchanted, perfumed portal.
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