The Three Kings

I walk along the street
warm breath visible
hanging for a moment
in the cold, dark sky
fading just as quickly

I see warm colored 
Christmas lights
glowing as they hang
in the cold dark sky
and as I look at them my
gaze
drifts
upwards
to another set 
of hanging lights

Orion’s three jewels,
The Three Kings,
hang on his belt
blazing in the 
cold dark of space

And as I consider them
my thoughts
drift
back
to another Star
another Christmas
another King

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