- never ends it seems
Glowing red and yellow, with
Glasses raised, as wafts of warm soup
And cold air envelops bare arms and
Neatly waxed strands
Hair-raising Top 40s set on loop
More music listened to than one should
Salivated tongues wag, dripping over
Rolled over fats
On plates of porcelain, such
Cold plates and warm food
Cold heart and warm hands
Cold feet and warm lights
Flickering hopes and dreams
All condensed in a moment
That breathes life again into
Ordinary conversations
Ordinary people
and original rites and rituals
The candle is lit
Cold plates and warm food
Cold heart and warm hands
It’s a merry time around the huckleberry tree
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