| Jonathan Berger's Poetry: Poem of the Day |
| The Christmas lights have no dust on them, no mold. Recently freed from their cage their box their home away from home, the Christmas lights blink wink twinkle away atop about within the tree. They burn brightly burn fiercely shine seasonally strong these unnatural fires presenting unnatural beliefs ideas of honor and respect and love. These Christmas lights have too short a time at these heights. They fly furiously for a few short weeks before returning to their box their cage their home away from home interred beneath recognition beyond identification until their eventual perennial return. |