Thanksgiving Day

Company stemware, tired of holding wine,
spills over the turkey-laden table,
and Gramma sighs, wonders about how time
spins its sweater yarn into this cable

that attaches this year to the next year
and feeds critters to their utter fullness.
Nieces and nephews, inert, grin ear-to-ear
basking in their stomachs of mince pie-ness.

Clever Siamese wins a poultry bone;
rumpus room air is football and heavy.
Poets start to snooze. Even the oven.
Even Mom. To a tribe member, every ...