Wrought & Found

Original poems & found images

~by Mia Sara

Santa Saves Los Angeles

The Santa Ana winds
Dessicate good cheer.
Old roots and memories
Once freeze dried,
Lose their sap,
Withering the prospects

Of our Christmas tree.
The needles fall,
Not one by one, but
In steady showers.
What a fragrant corpse.
This Santa Claus

Is parched,
As the virgin birth,
As stockings filled
With lumps of coal.
No flimsy gadget
From Amazon Prime

Can make glad my heart
Without a miracle:
One sacred relic found-
The cookie dough Santa
My husband made as a boy,
Half eaten.

*photo credit:Leonard McCombe

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Mia Sara is an actress and poet living in Los Angeles. Her work has been published or is forthcoming in poemmemoirstory, Pembroke Magazine, The Write Room, PANK, Cultural Weekly, The Kit Kat Review, Forge, The Dirty Napkin, St. Ann’s Review, among others. For more please visit: http://wheretofindmiasara.tumblr.com/