Advent 2016

Hollies and the concubines of hollies
pocked with berried pompadours and berried waists
await their Christmas casting calls.
Another summer slides asleep into a poem
but the landscape stirs at clock-change.
Distant kings are troubled.  Starlights jumble
and begin to elbow to the front.
Merried, berried, follied flipper-flappered
hollies and the concubines of hollies

listen.

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