Something to Be Thankful For

I'm never home for Thanksgiving

An island pelted with silver summer

An airport with ringing silence and phantom strangers

A car ride going 80 down the highway

A hole-in-the-wall restaurant

The cranberry sauce, always sublime

The stuffing, subpar

The turkey, never been a fan

Company, I can do without

Friendsgiving

An avalanche of warmth to burst from the kitchen

An ingrained smell of cinammon and firewood in the backyard

A room brimming with obscenely loud laughter

A pitch black night alight with company

The ham, ringed with golden pineapples

The pumpkin pie, piled with whipped cream

The green bean casserole, ethereally creamy

Friends, can't get enough