March light hitting
a string of small
white Christmas lights
green wire, trying to blend in
with the branches, ready for budding
a crackle of light, glinting off the bulbs
almost alive with the incandescence
briefly captured, on the way
by them in the yard
on the crab apple
March 10, 2007 10:59
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