In Defense of the Overly Exuberant Lawn Decorations
around Washington, New Jersey
Along the cold streets, my townsfolk ignite
their faith. Each states that heaven’s gate’s a star
brighter than its neighbors. I’m in a car
with a coughing carburetor. Big night
for our Lord. I’ve been supplicated too:
my sisters, too drunk to drive, need tampons.
They laughed. They begged. Rudolphs have snout lamps on
throughout town. My one headlight’s pointed due
mini-mart— O salvation. At my passing,
Snoopies nod and wave. I range between Grinches
and jumbo nativity scenes, all tethered
to the frozen ground. Red and green lights flashing
signal a nigh-holy traffic. Love is cinched
to where we live. My sisters bleed together.
The store feels stocked with loneliness acquired
by fellow strangers. Amid expensive
cards, one carps: Christ, why all the extensive,garish displays? They clutter every yard.
Near cold cuts, the busybodies cluster
to tsk the balloonish Santas. They snipe
the puffed, lit-up reindeer with buckshot gripes:
Disgraceful! What a plight… But their bluster
cannot arrest this night’s ancient, tender gears.
My heart’s slightly naughty. Love has made it so.
The bare lawns, the darkness, are what’s unsightly.
Once home, I lift the tampons to cheers and beers.
Here’s to what we inflate and wire to make glow.
Friends, the heart is gaudy. Light it up nightly.