November Bones II
barren trees in a morning yellow light
thanksgiving day at 11 am;
groggy but alert but serene;
parade floats on the television screen.
jubilance as the sun sets;
traditional melodies behind our lips and standing with mom in the kitchen;
crying from onions, grating potatoes.
strolls on sunday afternoons, before we need shelter for our hands;
before we need shelter.
barren trees in a morning yellow light.