I’m sitting on a chair
Under the moon
In my garden
And my inflatable snowman is still full of air.
10.13 pm Christmas Day.
That awkward pause when evening casts a melancholy mood
Over the laughter and hurt feelings
That trickled insidiously
Throughout the day.
Not sure why I carried
Guilt and anxiety to the close
Excesses never sit well with me
So I’m kind of jealous of my inflatable snowman
Filled with the cool cool air on this Christmas night
Empty, void and static
Lit by the moon
Without joy or sadness
But still standing strong.
‹ Snow
A Different Country 
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