laurel

he came in a box
as his brethren have before
his nail waiting on the wall

and so he is hung
out in the cold for decor
thick-skinned fortitude his shawl

round moon hears him bay
glowing green in the lovelight
begs him to dance about the hall

wits braided around
by stems buds of berries bound
glories enwreathed in bay laurel

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