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Thanksgiving

Chasing the tram
Glad to jump on
You fly through the street
grip the door with one hand
down hill the route
no holding back
no brake can stop it

So you come to envy the street
black tarred and knowing
where tomorrow will find it
Too late! You ride
the rails wild
pray for survival
and promise
to give thanks
for your breath
if night falls
and you’re happily
whole and empty handed

12’79 11/’16



  Roberta Gould