A couplet or two
Is the best I can do
Most days.
Most days prose goes far enough
To say whatever mundane stuff
I have to say.
But sometimes poetry climbs
By its own choice
Out of the words,
To find its own voice
And explode into rhyme.
For several weeks I've heard
"The holidays are here!"
Now they really are.
I hope yours don't feel hollow.
Enfold what you hold dear;
Celebrate whatever star
You follow.
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