Thanksgiving: In a Carport Sits An Old Man
a bottle of red tea on the opposite end
while a television glows out and into the concave
space of horshoe-shaped tables made for twenty
blue chairs and white linen cloth
and the old man wih a long grey beard
sits alone among the decor of clean
and bare cloth and plastic sounds
of in-between game commentary
fill the void
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