The Christmas Tree


I’m meandering in the tree farm.

A man named Bob H. used to sell cars here.

Red flag banners slap loudly in the wind.



is a sign that could be about cars or people

and it’s in the middle of the lot.


A teenager acts out a bad impression

of a fire extinguisher. There’s nothing

to put out in this town though. It’s a small town,


as they say, which only means one thing:

John Mellencamp has lived here or still does.

And he’ll die here. Everyone dies here.


By Nate Logan 

We received this awesome poem from Nate as part of Alexandra Naughton’s Be About It Holidazepoemswap.

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