A cluster of lights illuminate the night above the streets in downtown Ann Arbor. Photo credit: C. Finch
by M.H. Prindle
It’s mid-December.
The holiday scene looks more and less the same.
The holiday scene looks more and less the same.
There’s the tree,
well-seasoned and scented.
Trimmed a little tighter,
lights a few strands lighter.
Adorned with
each and every mask I see,
another kind of ornament.
Trimmed a little tighter,
lights a few strands lighter.
Adorned with
each and every mask I see,
another kind of ornament.
Each one,
unwrapped and hung just so.
Each face,
wrought with a pang of longing
as tangled as the bows on the boxes under the tree.
unwrapped and hung just so.
Each face,
wrought with a pang of longing
as tangled as the bows on the boxes under the tree.
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M.H. Prindle is an Ann Arbor poet who, among other things, creates original poetry greeting cards (available for sale at Argus Farm Stop in Ann Arbor and McPherson Local in Saline). This poem, “Shopping at Westgate, December 2020” remembers the holidays in 2020 and celebrates those who share their light with the world.
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This is an original poem, brought to you by Poet Tree Town, an Ann Arbor-based poetry-in-public initiative and celebration of local Washtenaw poets. Find out more about Poet Tree Town on Instagram and Facebook, or say hello at [email protected].
