Unison, MM's 10th Holiday Classic Options

[K.S. Lenk]

Unison

There was haste in all
circling around town's centrepiece.
The tree crowned the square
like a triangular rooftop,
its star still pale at early dusk.

I found a seat underneath,
cold metal slats a welcome rest,
as the world washed by,
almost choreographed
in a ballet chorus line.

Paper bags of gifts were
cherished by shoppers,
while smiles and handshakes
uttered merry greetings.

I tasted pudding, right
there and then. A brief close
of the eyes and a blue haze
appeared, my children's
faces never smiled so much.

And the brush of the crowd
against my shoulders and elbows,
was the beat of the season,
a pulsating message that
we all felt the same.