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December 24, 2011

Winter sun burns brilliant
lights every crack of my world
melts the frost on my windowpanes 
this morning of the Eve of Christmas.
My two sons and two dogs sleep
only I to make a sound 
scratching pen across paper
while the old furnace hums
no bird calls
nor car rushes 
no dog barks.
For all I know the world
could have stopped.

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