Xmas poem, by Joanna Cho

Xmas poem, by Joanna Cho

Estinceler As the year draws to a closebeach towels dry on tree branches and the neighbours glide by, shining with second chances.Even the cold rentals glow like warm river stones net curtains pinned back, welcoming second glances. The breeze is a barely audible sigh of relief — there will be no more Christmases spent drunk and alone,watching Last Tango in Paris, eating KFC.Car windows are left down, parked with the key in and the road is scoop …