Out of Season

March night, Christmas lights
Framing a springtime door. Seasons
Strung one to the next.

Spring moon, night waning.
A door framed in Christmas lights,
Too late to take them down.

March night, Christmas lights
Frame a faded springtime door.
I’d leave them up, too.

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