Happen again

This morning we sit in our

Family room by our tree heavy

With thirty-nine years of memories  

We decorated on Friday,

Yes, that Friday

The only day and only time

We could get together,

Go to the nearest lot

Because we couldn’t pull off

A trip to the tree farm

To cut a “real” one,

We watch the news

Resift the details

The impossible

So simply repeated

And it appears that

We will keep talking, posturing

And arguing

But actually doing little,

If nothing,

To see that it doesn’t

Happen again