Scrapes and scuttles above my bed
but beneath the record player crooning
carols for the sliders and shufflers
to grate and whoosh to-
Do tree and garland rise in the upstairs room?
Or does the furniture scoot to perfect
disorganization?
And that, for feet to twirl and sway-
for the first or hundredth time?
With arms open as wide as the hearts
centered at their core,
joining the jingles
to which I match my rhyme-
These neighbors on whom to speculate,
with whom to entwine,
deep inside the music
that weaves through the night.
Alphabet Ravine 
Wonderfully seasonal!
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Thank you! 🙂
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I have never lived in a multi-family dwelling. I have build several, but never stayed in one, long term.
I feel I have missed out on a great deal.
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🙂 So building is another creative outlet for you?
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I wrote a poem once, for moments like these. I think it was called, “Get to Know Me.” 🙂
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I just looked through the titles in your blog’s archives, and couldn’t find such a thing. 😉
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It is in my Facebook Notes.
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I sent it to your LRB Poetry Page on FB, as a message.
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Thanks!
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Wonderful! Thanks for following my blog,
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Thank you, and you’re welcome!
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Your articles are needed in our world today. Please keep up your good work.
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Aw, thank you! So sweet.
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