The Gaps in Life
A view between the blinds.
Evergreens, so evergreen
Against white birch whose
Limbs, bared and tangled
Pry open the snowy sky.
It’s a straight backed view,
Ghostly pale, weather-beaten.
And down the hallway, a child coughs.
She wants a family photo.
We stand. On the dock.
You here. You there. You, too.
In front of the Christmas tree.
For this year’s card, she says.
Wind scrapes the Chesapeake raw.
It’s a wasp’s sting.
Cheeks tattooed with cold and
The cards won’t be ready
Until after New Years.
Why are we doing this, he asks.
She says she’s done discussing it,
And pulls her hat over her ears.
Hot tea and honey in the microwave.
Stir it when it bings, she says.
But it doesn’t.
We’ve blown a fuse.
The fridge’s gone dark,
and so has the Christmas tree.
The air remains frosty.
And we think the child has bronchitis.
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