christmas in the shade

my Tree
is above me
tiny little branches
this is what photosynthesis made
tiny little ornaments
artificial light bulbs hanging all over
stars remind us and guide us
love is everywhere
my tree
is still alive
like the spirit
soil must be moist
likes shade
can’t kill it till Christmas
don’t think I can ever toss it
to the curb…what savages
who toss their trees of life
lent sucks then we have no trees
i’d rather be stuck below
my tree…than…
please don’t die
YOU mean so much to me

By, Josh Steger

Poem 12-20-2004

That first time, before you knew me,
When you tossed me that look, nonchalantly,
You walked right passed. I didn't think you noticed,
My wide-eyed glare - as you grimmiced.
It was never more than a moment's time,
Passing quickly, this little passion crime,
The thought was innocent enough,
I just wanted to fool around and stuff.
It's so trite to say, "I loved you then." But,
Without this moment; It's hard to see how;
I could ever be so happy, at this time, in this moment, now.