Christmas In Town

A pair of new, grey nylon gloves,

Palms pressed together,

On a dresser,

All rich, dark red mahogany

Against the faded drywall pastel green.

They pray, sideways,

Aimed through the glass,

Exactly at the dawn horizon

Where snow-clad Earth and rose-gold Heaven

meet.

They know.

Merry Christmas, Gloves!