Thanksgiving Free Verse

Outside in the icy winds of Useless Bay

a bright orange kite-surfer whips back and forth

over and between tumbling whitecaps.

I watch through wooden blinds

behind large binoculars.

A plain, empty coffee cup sits in front of me;

it reminds me of Ellie.

She is in Guatemala, thankful I’m sure,

among steamy coffee plantations, new friends, and old politics.

And I am here,

protected from the elements,

from the icy winds of Useless Bay,

drinking hot coffee behind wooden blinds.

Sailing back and forth like a bright orange kite-surfer

over and between tumbling letters and short lines,

thankfully writing poetry.

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