On this federally designated
togetherness day
I stand guard
while others gorge.
Not for me
the pleasures of
the gravyboat
the cranberry
the pious invocation
the forty pound butterball
the split wishbone
the all important choice
of white
or dark.
I stand above that fray
and guard our porous borders
against those
undocumented, turkey-free,
multitudes
yearning to be grateful
for what we have.
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