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If What You're Waiting for is Christmas -- David Devine

(Poem #232)If What You're Waiting for is Christmas
 If what you're waiting for is Christmas
 You don't need me to tell you so
 If you've been looking for somebody
 You might not have that far to go
 
 See how the candle dances 
 With all the shadows on the wall
 If what you're waiting for is Christmas
 It might be coming after all
 
 Sometimes I feel so tired
 Sometimes I feel so blue
 I'm just going thru the motions
 Of almost anything I do
 
 But guess I'm getting better
 Even I'm a bit surprised
 When I see my own reflection
 In a dark haired angel's eyes
 
 Maybe all that really matters
 Try to feel the mystery 
 Found in people left abandoned
 Burning, blooming poetry
 
 If for miracles you hunger
 You might see a few come true
 If what you're waiting for is Christmas
 It might be waiting there for you.
-- David Devine

Lines -- Martha Collins

(Poem #231)Lines
 Draw a line. Write a line. There.
 Stay in line, hold the line, a glance
 between the lines is fine but don't 
 turn corners, cross, cut in, go over
 or out, between two points of no
 return's a line of flight, between
 two points of view's a line of vision.
 But a line of thought is rarely
 straight, an open line's no party
 line, however fine your point. 
 A line of fire communicates, but drop
 your weapons and drop your line,
 consider the shortest distance from x
 to y, let x be me, let y be you. 
-- Martha Collins