The city is frozen but it never stops just goes
on as in on the street outside our hotel
with the mermaid-themed décor a woman
is walking her dog and in the bakery
behind glass the strawberry-glazed cakes
keep on shining like mad and at Rockefeller
Center wall-to-wall tourists turn and turn
to gawk at the Christmas tree just like
they’ve been doing for a million years
its lights colored small stars smaller
than we expected its shape a bell
drowned by buildings and combat-gear
guards but still still still there’s something
here a kind of motion I want to take with us
all the way back up North on the dark,
cold ride to Massachusetts where I’ll set life
on a shelf and watch as it pulls fine
fiery dust out of the late afternoon air.
About the Creator
Lori Lamothe
Poet, Writer, Mom. Owner of two rescue huskies. Former baker who writes on books, true crime, culture and fiction.
Comments (4)
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