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Black Friday Night

My jade plant start loves the logic

of streetlamps. She wants to prosper,

to grow under the moonlight.

She wants to shine off the gleam

in the snow. She feels what I feel

burning in the soft electric glow

from the Christmas lights

across the road. She wants to bloom.

For her, during even the darkest

hours, I will leave up the blinds.

She wants to sing her delicate white

stars through my steamy window and

out into the midnights of

a blessed and fortunate new year.

Posted 12/11/13
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