Perhaps it was the wine that drove me to dismantle the cedar tree
on New Year's Eve - after all the ornaments were carefully removed
with each sometimes recalcitrant hook
the lights unwoven, scattering more needles
I shoved the bare bones out the door.
the next morning as I noticed remains I thought of goats
but then it was so dry, that night I dragged it
to the goat yard
this morning it is bare.
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