I plug the lights in then I climb a chair.
Behind me, you direct me from afar,
telling me what I’m too close to see
as I adjust the star.
From Reading and Rhyming, a forthcoming volume of poetry by Herb Knapp
The great eventful Present hides the Past, but through its loud din, hints and echoes from the life behind steal in — John Greenleaf Whittier
I plug the lights in then I climb a chair.
Behind me, you direct me from afar,
telling me what I’m too close to see
as I adjust the star.
From Reading and Rhyming, a forthcoming volume of poetry by Herb Knapp
Merry Christmas! Love this one.
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I love that, but now you’ve got a stupid song stuck in my head!
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