
twin sisters
they learn how to count
one, two,
three, four,
while they keep counting
their eyes become blur
they simply laugh and sleep without
knowing
One day is there of the series Termed “Thanksgiving Day” Celebrated part at table Part in memory - Neither Ancestor nor Urchin I review the Play - Seems it to my Hooded thinking Reflex Holiday Had There been no sharp subtraction From the early Sum - Not an acre or a Caption Where was once a Room Not a mention whose small Pebble Wrinkled any Sea, Unto such, were such Assembly, ‘Twere “Thanksgiving day” -