A bouquet in a vase
Sits on a mat outside
A neighbor’s door for days.
The ribbon management
Stuck on all our doors hangs
With similar intent.
“Blessings of love and joy
To you!” The message stands
In place of more, a ploy.
For “YOU are loved!” it says
Addressed to anyone in
A season’s ghostly phrase.
I read the ribbon’s line
While eating dinner with
A single glass of wine
And toast my candlelit
Reflection one more time
To prove the truth of it.
KLK
January 1, 2013
I Dwell In Possibility 