Christmas has got away from me
she says
and don't I know it
fast it races on crooked legs
nimble for one so unwieldy
dodging and diving
Refuse to try to outrun
in such an undignified lather
it will wait eventually
lolling pleased with itself
against a sunny wall
Pretend not to notice
walk on by
twitch your fingers close by your thigh
see if it follows
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