Poem in Thanks
Lord Whoever, thank you for this air
I’m about to in- and exhale, this hutch
in the woods, the wood for fire,
the light-both lamp and the natural stuff
of leaf-back, fern, and wing.
For the piano, the shovel
for ashes, the moth-gnawed
blankets, the stone-cold water
stone-cold: thank you.
Thank you, Lord, coming for
to carry me here — where I’ll gnash
it out, Lord, where I’ll calm
and work, Lord, thank you
for the goddamn birds singing!
- Thomas Lux
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Love the gourds and pumpkins. And how did that turkey turn out? Pictures!!! Enjoy the weekend.
I love you, Kimberly.
Belated happy Thanksgiving.
god, lord, I love that poem.
Happy Thanksgiving, the day after.
Gods, that poem is fabulous. Hope you had a grand Thanksgiving, Kimberly!