Tagged: Thanksgiving

perhaps we are one

perhaps we are one
quarantine holiday away
from breaking, and five

million people hum mid-flight:
this is it, pack your bags, let’s go
.
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one less meal, countless

thirty-one-point-six

thirty-one-point-six
million people minus one –
thanksgiving travels
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: travels

grandma’s recipe,

a day of cooking

there is nothing quite

there is nothing quite
like wanting to be near when
we are apart – let

this to be something to chew
on when we are together
.
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we take turns holding

we take turns holding
each other inside, like new
words moistening on

lips, laughter unpacking in the
guest room, warmth in the kitchen
.
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belonging is a

the day before the

the day before the
day sits
undigested, yet
to be consumed
whole, a respite
before the unrest
.
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breaking bread

breaking bread
takes time –
folding in
a word or two,
passing a
chuckle, brushing
fingers,
uplifting the
appetite
.
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