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Post-Christmas Poem

Some receive it as a gift, like a child—               wrapped in festive tissue paper,               encased in sturdy (yet velvety) bows,               delivered in public, out in the open, for all to see.
Others toy with it as a string, like a kitten—               dangling from above by an unseen hand,               dancing from side to side (albeit erratically),  enticing the playfulness from within, out, for all to see.
I walk behind it as an enigma, like a disciple—               examining its angles and edges from afar,               imagining (fancying, even) the mechanisms on the inside,               yearning to clasp it in my hands, out in the open, for all to see.