Thanksgiving is Tomorrow - Dec. 19, 2022

like a movie preview

in the bright lights

of my mind

I see it hear it

stout greetings and bear hugs

at the front door

the tinkle of ice and laughter

as fannies crush the sofa

snakes of steam from stirred pots

plastic wrap and aluminum foil

gliding off the smells of dishes

as they come in for a landing

the gray sky’s hush

and a sigh bring me back

the river of night is forming

stars dance like candlelight

every year it’s the same

in the morning we’ll search

for the linen napkins every tomb

of every forgotten drawer

but we always find them

and the lips they were meant for