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Friday, December 18, 2020


by Lynnie Gobeille

Image source: Benenden Health

I just sit where I’m put, composed
of stone and wishful thinking 
—Margaret Atwood, “Sekhmet, the Lion-Headed Goddess of War”

This year’s tree is fake, like so much of 2020’s News.
Last year’s was real—but died a short tortuous death 
four days out- fully  decorated- needles dropping onto my hard wood floors
hauled back to Home Depot.
Where I begged for a refund of my money.
 Yes, I has used coins  I had saved in a plastic jug all year just for this one purpose—
 A REAL tree—hauled home by me—placed there – in all its Glory.
Now Dead… 
But that was last year—Pre 2020.

Today? My fake tree is up—my Mother’s Ornaments placed   “just so”
another chance to recreate memories.
How foolish we Humans are.
We  think—
God will forgive us for our sins.
We hold our collective breaths as Fauci says-
He will not be with HIS family this year.
We sigh—
If he can do it? 
So can you & i.

After all these years—Lynnie Gobeille is STILL passionate about poetry.