Ode to Thanksgiving
You are a shameless celebration of colonialism and
the genocide of indigenous people,
a blatant celebration of excess,
a disgracefully blackened Friday celebration of commercialism.
And yet
you are also mom’s cranberry jello salad, plus
gratitude as full and round as the Beaver Moon,
the final leaf-raking,
and a cold after-dinner walk beside the river.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2021
a blatant celebration of excess,
a disgracefully blackened Friday celebration of commercialism.
And yet
you are also mom’s cranberry jello salad, plus
gratitude as full and round as the Beaver Moon,
the final leaf-raking,
and a cold after-dinner walk beside the river.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2021
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