Is this the right address?
Somebody in the golden window
notices your dog, who
ran ahead.
The door opens right before I
arrive.
Happy faces
call my name, though
we have not met.
colourful
the tree, bauble, ribbon
dog jumping
the father holds up a treat.
rustling above your head
her friends keep up a mistletoe
a red nose in front of you—time freezes
beginning–middle–present
stories of age to laughter with sweets,
tea at the fireplace.
a faint smooch when lips separate.
later, the
wind gone, slow snowfall…
a little less
