a poem by Rich Glinnen

The once matchless orphan gifts have found kin,

Presently shellacked in new skin—a lingering skyline under the tree, 

Almost too fabulous 

To bestow

Fugitive grains of glitter carpet our apartment;

Brilliant footprints everywhere 

Enlighten my wife and I of each other’s homebound routes.

The first glimpse of a twinkling track in the kitchen proposed yuletide miracles:

Of burglarizing unicorn-people ransacking our dingy abode, 

Only to feverishly sashay back to their dazzling spaceship, 

Leaving only distorted pixels in their wake.

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