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by Edward Keyes

Graceful girl in long black coat
strolling across the green
munching an apple. Somewhere behind me
sounds of canned carols.
Conjunction sets off thought-train.
Eden. Adam lay-y-bounden.
  Our primal fall from grace.
  Proximity of Christmas
and saint-fronted cathedral hint
  at remedy and restoration.
Girl disappears round corner
  oblivious of instigating
  small motions in another's brain.