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Christmas Morning
by Sheri Lindner
From chimneys
smoke spirals
lazy
disappearing
into a dove-gray
sky
from which
silent snowflakes
float
unhurried.
On my way back
from the country store
cup of coffee in one hand,
quart of milk in the other,
I match my stride
to the gentle mingling
of warm and frozen vapors.
This morning's
harp string plucked
the undulating wave herding everything
into its harmonic corral.
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