Walk to Twilight
Jilted tree,
jingle bells played
out, on its side
at the curb.
Vestige
of a dog-eared
calendar.
Blanketed bronze
“Homeless Jesus”
curled up against
a sculpted bench
… crucified feet
uncovered.
Its replica
swaddled in cloth
against a metro grate
… grown man folded
into a fetal position.
Sliver of moon slung
like a hammock
across the semidarkness.
The rest of the silver orb,
the lot of felled pine,
the contour of the womb
are out of the picture.
~LCMH
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