Christmas in a Snowless City

A spiky door garland, creamed with fiber
snow and sprayed with pine scent, welcomes
a disheveled man who offers to paint
my address on the curb. “So your relations
won’t get lost.” He pauses, sniffs the wreath.
“Reminds me of cuttin’ spruce with my Pa.
Snow thigh-high. Those trees cried all
the way home on the sled. I’d pick sap tears
from the snow. Chew ‘em like bitter gum.”

I give him the $25 because his mention
of snow makes him a type of relative
from my Christmas card past. With
the whiskey breath of a favorite uncle,
he whispers, “I can’t git the spirit here.
Not without snow.” I slip him another $10,
am ready to invite him inside for chocolate,
a stray gift, a discussion of the virtues
of snow, but he pulls out his stencils
and spray cans and shuffles down the drive
to glitter the curb for relatives who won’t
be coming. The paint can hisses. His face
flares briefly in the glow-in-the-dark color.
“Who can believe in snow angels
made of green grass…anyhow.”

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Carolyn Dahl

Carolyn Dahl was the Grand Prize winner in the national Public Poetry competition ARTlines2 and a finalist in the Work-Themed poetry contest, the 2018 Malovhr-Fenlon contest, and PEN Texas in non-fiction. Her chapbook Art Preserves What Can't Be Saved was published in 2019 by The Orchard Street Press and she is co-author of the art and poetry book, The Painted Door Opened, as well as three art books. You can find her website link below.

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