Used Loves

I gather
used loves
around me
like a child in January
collecting discarded
Christmas trees
most of the tinsel is gone
a few threads remain
the lights
the gaily colored bulbs
but the trees
like love
dry up
and crack
in time
and have to be burned
or dragged away
the last smell
of pine, like love
filters away on the wind
and
I'll have to wait
till Christmas trees
are in season again

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