this is a poem not about thanksgiving
written on thanksgiving,
so it somehow becomes about nothing but
thanksgiving; but only in a nutshell
despite working as a coffee roaster,
i drink tea all day,
because i don’t want to be accused of stealing product,
though it’s mostly because my doctor said i should
lay off the caffeine for a while,
so i ignored her for the first 4 years,
then decided to give the doctor’s advice a shot
it’s fun to print out
blank sheets of paper
from the printer, and then bu(ry)
them in the backyard so that maybe
the ground can write down a secret
that i can’t discern
Fred Aiken Writing 