Come! See my Christmas Tree.
\nMuslim brother, Buddhist soul teacher,
\nJewish uncle.
\nCome, my ancestral cousins.
\nSee this trellis of flowers,
\nflame, paper birds, tinsel tears.
\nFor a week in the gloom of winter,
\na festival of flags.
\nI\u2019ll stand aside,
\nto see it in the luster of your eyes.<\/p>\n
I want you to be the branches
\nof its evergreen.
\nThe friends I played with.
\nMy comrades on a field of exploding stars.
\nWind that filled my arms.
\nEverything that ever lived in me,
\nornaments that tremble and touch,
\nand in the myths that I live,
\nyour faces, each one,
\nthe magical crown at the top.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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…<\/p>\n