Before dawn, people <br />who work on Thanksgiving Day <br />wait in the wind for a bus <br />to arrive or maybe not. <br />It's too cold to talk <br />so the people stand <br />like minutemen and plan <br />a revolution that would shock <br />nice families who drive by later, <br />children tucked in scarves <br />and mittens, laughing <br />all the way to Nana's house <br />for turkey, gravy, stuffing <br />and later in the day <br />a ballerina of whipped cream <br />twirling on pumpkin pie. <br />Thanksgiving is the day <br />America asks for seconds <br />and sorts its servers <br />from the served.<br /><br />Donal Mahoney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-bus-stops-on-thanksgiving-day/
