Red and gold ornaments still hang on the small tradition in the corner
the red and white coat of a bear holding up the makeshift star
as it’s placed over the top of the chest high placeholder
Posters mark the walls on either side, yellow, black, white, green
nothing festive, but belong no more than the misplaced reminder of Winter
A room bare of taste is where we spend all of our time
Tables with coffee stains beside coasters hold our feet
A glass door stays open to let Summer air burn the tan carpet
and cool the steaming mugs of vanilla roasted energy, no cream, no sugar
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