Ouside the Poet's House

28 this morning but warming up quickly. 50 now and sunny.

Inspired by a friend's Facebook post. 

Outside the poet's house,

And across the street 

 A giant two-story tall Santa

Filled with hot air

Sways, his hand up and waving, 

But at what?

Birds?

Passengers a passing plane?

Or nothing at all? Inside,

The poet at his desk

Sees not a red and white monster,

But a world of words

From which he plucks 

A girl,

An apple tree,

A tinsel ornament,

You, me,

Waving at each other.

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