Christmas 2015

It is warm as May
The squirrels and I fight for the empty road and
Tease the holiday
Convenient treats and yesterday's news
Expectations drained from the commons
and safely sequestered in living rooms
I escaped from their high chairs 
And the pity on their spoons
Free from their cheer
as that faded ribbon with polka dots
Tumbling along the edges of the asphalt lot
Little lost orphan and the longer sun
Waiting for the rituals
Of the grown ups to be done