Christmas tree
on a balcony
twinkling amidst
a concrete sea.
Glass refracts
your starry-light,
the only star-like
shine tonight.
For our city
burns electric
and asphyxiates
the heavens.
Our bobble-branched
tradition
only adds
to the pollution.
Oh, Christmas tree,
oh, Christmas tree,
how lovely
are your branches?
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