Thanksgiving

One week later…

I spin the can
of mixed nuts
peering into a greasy
kaleidoscope –

not a cashew
to be found

only jordans,
filberts, and peas
tumbling
in my disdain.

They are all
that remain

of the feast.

small mansion
two warm voices
thanksgiving

dirt hut
two warm voices
thanksgiving

Clockwise
I turn the can
of Planters Mixed Nuts
peering into a greasy
kaleidoscope –

not a cashew
to be found

only Jordans,
Filberts, and Peas
tumbling
in my disdain.

They are all
that remain

of the feast.

	Kaniela Ing on …
	qazse on diamonds within
	qazse on diamonds within
	Mike (fencer) on diamonds within
	Polar on dad wore hats