Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving

Thanks for the sweet potatoes and yams—
(their similarity makes one puzzle before the stand)
with their pale yellow and purple red skins.


Thanks for the honey crisp apples—
its juicy and crispy appeal, in the little girl’s
crunchy bite. Thanks for the youtube—

the three steps of how-tos—the eight essential
dishes—even the total first can follow—
our memory freshened of our friends

Thanks for the radio programs for advice—
when the big bird is still half frozen—
when the crust is off the pumpkin pie

and how to cook a turkey of Chinese style.
Thanks for the oven, the pans, the masher,
the tongs and forks neglected and surpassed

by chopsticks. Thanks for coming home, girls.
Thanks for sitting at the table, the aroma hover
over ours smiles—the gentle snow—tonight.

Revision

Thanks for the sweet potatoes and yams—
fraternal twins lying side by side,
with their pale yellow and purple red skins.

Thanks for the honey crisp apples—
their juicy and crunchy appeal, in each
anxious bite. Thanks for YouTube—

the three step how-tos—the eight essential
dishes (even a newbie can follow).
Thanks for the chefs on the radio show

for the last minute miracles—
when the big bird is still half frozen, when
crust separates from pumpkin pie fillings

and how to cook a Chinese style turkey.
Thanks for the oven, roasting pans, masher,
tongs and forks neglected in the cupboards.

Thanks for coming home, girls—
for sitting at the table, a toddler twisting
and twirling in November snow.



11/22/2012 Thanksgiving day