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                     Tree Lights


                     With twilight winds pinching uncovered ears,
                     with deadening coldness stripping haze-cloaked eyes,
                     the early December air awakens
                     blood to prepare me for the task ahead.

                     It's a job we'd done every year I've known,
                     stringing lights on our front-yard apple tree:
                     a hope-filled work, a task of magic -- and
                     this year the first without my dad to help.

                     Remember

                     how we would trade off on the ladder
                     the one below offering theories
                     directing and pointing out where to go
                     and which branches offer the most strategic supports
                     the one above focusing to get it right
                     together creating design
                     imagining possibilities
                     and we enjoyed its completion
                     and after he would tell me
                     that it is a modest tree that shows off the lights well

                     But this year I struggle to hoist the strands.

                     Dragging the cord to its last destination
                     I finally make the connection that
                     fills the darkening autumn sky with a
                     sudden oasis of shimmering white.

                     Then, standing back, the lights record a face,
                     With eyes through which a restful spirit shows --
                     Turning to ice my tear breaks from its space,
                     To bring internal vigils to a close.




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Author Notes

           "Tree Lights" explores issues of death and coping with loss. More importantly, though, this poem, fusing increasingly lucid elegiac stanzas with a free verse section, also shows the mind's attempt to reconcile the opposing forces of reason and intuition, logic and emotion. As mentioned above, this, along with "In My Grandmother's Gait," was a dual first place winner for poetry at the 1997 Sinclair Community College Contest, in Dayton, Ohio.

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