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Something About Connections

Maro and I stoop to uncoil

strings of Christmas lights,

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loops of green, studded with

tiny bulbs piled up in a box,

green wire that will disappear

between small stars it unites.

Each light will be separate,

unconnected, crystal bright,

shining like remembered days

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beyond ordinary time.

Maro hands me sparkling strings,

while I make a silent wish -

about invisible connections,

about this child, this night.