Is it Christmas Yet?

 I went over to the other side to take a look 
You know it was the same old quiet evening 
Over and over structure, repetition, an urban stamped out subdivision. 
I want that house, give me that petal, and let’s have a look at that grass blade-No!
Not that one, for heaven’s sake, I mean that one over there.
Yes, that is the one.
Oh, to be selected. 
So what if Milky Ways are one in twenty? 
Who cares about the droplets and the grains? 
Just once to be the one and only
The one with homespun and yellow corn and himself there in love.
Its Christmas now and streaky windows pick up stringy lights and smeared colors in the oily puddles and the waffled manhole covers 

 Jane's tree with Susie

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