Outside Looking In

In a corner among the fir bristles a stream
of hanging bells beamed as speckled sparkles

delicate prisms of red, green, and gold
a majestic jungle – a wild, tangible world

only a fingertip’s distance away.

I placed my hand on the window as if I might absorb
the contagious sweetness as a plant with roots so

desperate they tangle one another.

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