there will be so many poinsettias

my holiday wish…

I’m waiting for my coffee
to brew this morning and
I’m sharing out loud
with the Christmas spirits
(who are whisking all around)

my wish for us this season: 

my wish is for us
is to become
kinder than we
are political

not every shovel
our tongues produces
are for digging
war trenches;

some are for gardens

at your funeral
nobody will care
how right …