His is a blazing winter glow
burnt rosy with cold
cherry spread cheeks
and one too many cups
that cheered - such a hollow sound
the one handed clap
singular in piss-poor alleys
where winds whip up fake dreams
all fireside reds in crackling colour
In just 44 words, De invites us to write a Poem of Good Cheer (though it does not have to be cheerful but only ‘cheer’ filled)
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