Christmas Poem

by Brooks Riley

I

I go

I go there

I go there now

I go there now and

I go there now and see

I go there now and see trees

I go there now and see trees swaying

I go there now and see trees swaying slightly

I go there now and see trees swaying slightly, unaware

I go there now and see trees swaying slightly, unaware they

I go there now and see trees swaying slightly, unaware they might

I go there now and see trees swaying slightly, unaware they might somehow

Be uprooted

By the wind

Or Santa Claus.