lost in my own thoughts
not about anything in particular
or even anything of worth
to my morning poetry adventure

just thoughts
about thoughts
about writing
about puppies
and thougths
about puppies
and bellies
and care
and the care we take
and the care we refuse
and everything as we lead up to
thanksgiving, and all that comes with it

the word

the history

the baggage

the holiday

the tradition

the fact that this country shouldn’t even exist

but here we are, on it

let’s care for Turtle Island while we still can,
got it?