Last year I kissed you,looking out over the city.
You were radiant
I remember your lips…
They tasted like champagne
I know all of the holidays
Line the tiles at your feet
Marked off
Rearranged
Like the daylight where you sleep
And
You still have to stand in line
Waiting for coffee
But the clerk keeps commenting
The media keeps pushing
The unrest
“We shouldn’t be working the holidays.”
(94,000)
(120,000)
(75,000)
It’s how many pulses you will feel
Give or take
Inside a year
All of these holidays
You’ll fix us
You’ll work them
Rearrange them
And your children will do just fine
while the rest of us
Tweet
And repeat
The process
We will meet you
Without a thought
Taking for granted
what you give
————
Thank you
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I will kiss you
Overlooking every city
I will meet you
Inside any hour
I will mark those moments
As holidays
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