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Here you will find the writings of the poet Theodore Waterfield

Christmas Tree

Come! See my Christmas Tree.
Muslim brother, Buddhist soul teacher,
Jewish uncle.
Come, my ancestral cousins.
See this trellis of flowers,
flame, paper birds, tinsel tears.
For a week in the gloom of winter,
a festival of flags.
I’ll stand aside,
to see it in the luster of your eyes.

I want you to be the branches
of its evergreen.
The friends I played with.
My comrades on a field of exploding stars.
Wind that filled my arms.
Everything that ever lived in me,
ornaments that tremble and touch,
and in the myths that I live,
your faces, each one,
the magical crown at the top.

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