Happen again
This morning we sit in our Family room by our tree heavy With thirty-nine years of memories We decorated on Friday,Yes, that FridayThe only day and only timeWe could get together,Go to the nearest lotBecause we couldn’t pull off A trip to the tree farmTo cut a “real” one,We watch the newsResift the detailsThe impossibleSo simply repeatedAnd it appears that We will keep talking, posturingAnd arguingBut actually doing little,If nothing,To see that it doesn’t Happen again