Tall Trees
cut for consumption
they fall in fields
tagged and taken to market
and put on display
for the Christmas crazed
who would pull its branches
whiff its woodsy scent
and reject any imperfection
before strapping one on
and taking it across town
and dragging it through the threshold
and forcing it to stand
like a girl plucked from obscurity
and put on the runways of Milan
her body, her face, her spirit
already beautiful
before hair and makeup
and couture
her natural grace
all but replaced
in the glare
of flashing bulbs
and tinsel towns
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