After Tossing out Our Christmas Tree

The feels when it’s suddenly summer in February.

The snow has let go of the leaves
it held mached with ice beside
the western stairs of my back porch
like-half forgotten valentines

it tried to mail before the sun
cooked the corpse of our Christmas tree,
releasing all those mint-sapped scents
like the presents I forgot you gave me.

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Cole Hardman

Cole Hardman

I’m an engineer with a passion for poetry and literary theory.