CHRISTMAS EVE
(Montclair, NJ, 1983)
The old woman fell to the pavement.
Her forehead was cracked, and red blood
trickled down to the ground. The frozen sidewalk
looked somehow decorated for the season.
-
Her body seemed to shudder with the
shock upon her face; blue lips and glassy eyes.
In her daughter's arms, it all looked like tragedy.
Everywhere were the lights and ribbons of Christmas.
-
No one contradicted what they saw.
The daughter tried to hold her mother up.
The ambulance celebrated itself through traffic,
screaming to weave its way to the scene.
The doorman at the hotel just stared.
-
Christmas was in the air.
(Montclair, NJ, 1983)
The old woman fell to the pavement.
Her forehead was cracked, and red blood
trickled down to the ground. The frozen sidewalk
looked somehow decorated for the season.
-
Her body seemed to shudder with the
shock upon her face; blue lips and glassy eyes.
In her daughter's arms, it all looked like tragedy.
Everywhere were the lights and ribbons of Christmas.
-
No one contradicted what they saw.
The daughter tried to hold her mother up.
The ambulance celebrated itself through traffic,
screaming to weave its way to the scene.
The doorman at the hotel just stared.
-
Christmas was in the air.
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