Musings
Unedited versions of Happy Little Trees
Hearing herself the way people heard her,
she felt crystal clear, silky smooth,
like warm honey.
The spotlight was spectacular.
Pausing for a beat, she heard something in the distance:
Ping Blee
Tong
She shuddered. They all sounded so… harsh. So sharp. So hectic!
I’ll tell you how Puglet didn’t lose her eye.
She didn’t lose in a sword fight.
A snake didn’t mistake it for an egg.
She didn’t suddenly get really into pirates.
Puglet just came like that.
And it didn’t make any difference how many eyes she had, because Puglet was just right... but I didn't always know it.
Bright lights
Warm sights
Lighting up the Christmas nights.
I stare out through the drippy glass
At all the pretty lights we pass.
“Mommy, it’s time to put up our Christmas lights!”
“Honey, we don’t put up Christmas lights.”
“Why not?”
“‘Cause we’re Jewish.”
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Whoosh... Whoosh... Whoosh...
“I don’t want to be Jewish.”
Dreamy gleamy glowing hills
Rolling roiling boiling thrills
As the dusky dark advances
Embers leave us second chances
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Manhasset Bay, Port Washington, NY
But then he passes it–
that rock
that was a mighty mountain.
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And he remembers that step he took there, farther than any step he’d ever taken before. He wasn’t scared–nope, not one bit–because they were hand in hand.
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But now there’s no one to hold his hand.
So he shoves it deep down into his pocket.
But then he hears it–
A song.
Their song.
And it’s more than an echo.
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Atlas’s heart swells with their melodies.
And he rides the waves.
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​Phoenix is gone… but their song flows on.
A sparkle glimmered in her eye
"I'll never know if I don't try..."
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