A Christmas tree in a living room,
A maiden lost in a forest—
Words spoken from the top of an empty heaven
Having to call down to an overflowing living
Room—
The joys of a life castaway—
Waves that beckon to the ill-wrought highways,
To the lucrative misspellings of
Disney World and all of her rides-
I still keep the decorations of your gods up
In my house,
But now the moon is empty—the airplanes having
Flown over the heavens.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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