Thanksgiving
Nov 9, 2021
With the target just in view,
they’d heard and knew to scatter.
We’d cast down better bombs
upon those who didn’t matter.
Cloaked in past droppings,
a garment to unseal,
tomorrow might be sunnier
if not less unreal.
Embers blow on concrete,
steel boot toe kicked.
The ashes keep on falling
from burst enemies licked.
Bitter bombs away
over this smiling river’s truth.
Tonight we won’t be blamed
for hiding in our youth.