Hollies and the concubines of hollies
pocked with berried pompadours and berried waists
await their Christmas casting calls.
Another summer slides asleep into a poem
but the landscape stirs at clock-change.
Distant kings are troubled. Starlights jumble
and begin to elbow to the front.
Merried, berried, follied flipper-flappered
hollies and the concubines of hollies