It began with
************
A powerful black man
And a hot babe
Making passionate love
It made me have a strong ******
I can't quite remember
What I had for breakfast
I ended up doing
Quite a few dishes this morning
I ran three miles
At the gym
And did some
Other exercises there
I left the gym at two
And pulled up to the house
Said goodbye to a house guest
Who had stayed for two days
Then I was off
Off for my Thanksgiving drive
And isn't it beautiful
Isn't it wonderful
To see Americans
Celebrating Thanksgiving
As I drive up one street
A family barbecues
On the front lawn
Smoke rising in the air
I drive through
My favorite mountain
Suburb
There are many walkers
Out this Thanksgiving afternoon
A man leaves
What I believe
Is his father's home
I see them part
I see a group of men
And women
Well dressed
Walking together
I play classical music
In my car
And play it loudly
So they can hear
I hope they think
"Why that is lovely"
Emotional I am
In my car
Not wanting to be
In my own home
On Thanksgiving
Having lived there
Since 1997
I've had all the family time
I could ever want
So it's good
It's wonderful
To be alone
On this Thanksgiving
I wonder what it would
Be like
To join these people
On their walk
Beneath the trees
In this beautiful neighborhood
I drive by and see
What I think is a father
Say goodbye to his son
I look at the father
On his front lawn
And he waves
Kind of him
To do so
I wave back
As if he might know
That I wish
I had friends
To spend
This day with
A man
Also stopped me
As he walked by
And asked for directions
I gave him directions
I asked him how he was
And wished him
A Happy Thanksgiving
He wished me
A Happy Thanksgiving as well
I don't know what "happy" is
And yet I say it
Like some line
From a hallmark greeting card
But my intention was good
I guess a happy Thanksgiving
For me would have been
To have a dinner
With some friends
Or to play croquet
Or another lawn game
Like the games I saw people
Playing on their front lawns
Underneath the beautiful trees
In this mountain suburban
American neighborhood
And as I drove
I saw people of different
Ethnicities
African American, Asian
And Caucasian
And they were enjoying the day
Living in peace
And I felt grateful to live here
In this country
And I thought to myself
I hope we are always
At peace like this
Because difficult
And trying times
Often come
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 12:40 AM UTC
It began with
************
A powerful black man
And a hot babe
Making passionate love
It made me have a strong ******
I can't quite remember
What I had for breakfast
I ended up doing
Quite a few dishes this morning
I ran three miles
At the gym
And did some
Other exercises there
I left the gym at two
And pulled up to the house
Said goodbye to a house guest
Who had stayed for two days
Then I was off
Off for my Thanksgiving drive
And isn't it beautiful
Isn't it wonderful
To see Americans
Celebrating Thanksgiving
As I drive up one street
A family barbecues
On the front lawn
Smoke rising in the air
I drive through
My favorite mountain
Suburb
There are many walkers
Out this Thanksgiving afternoon
A man leaves
What I believe
Is his father's home
I see them part
I see a group of men
And women
Well dressed
Walking together
I play classical music
In my car
And play it loudly
So they can hear
I hope they think
"Why that is lovely"
Emotional I am
In my car
Not wanting to be
In my own home
On Thanksgiving
Having lived there
Since 1997
I've had all the family time
I could ever want
So it's good
It's wonderful
To be alone
On this Thanksgiving
I wonder what it would
Be like
To join these people
On their walk
Beneath the trees
In this beautiful neighborhood
I drive by and see
What I think is a father
Say goodbye to his son
I look at the father
On his front lawn
And he waves
Kind of him
To do so
I wave back
As if he might know
That I wish
I had friends
To spend
This day with
A man
Also stopped me
As he walked by
And asked for directions
I gave him directions
I asked him how he was
And wished him
A Happy Thanksgiving
He wished me
A Happy Thanksgiving as well
I don't know what "happy" is
And yet I say it
Like some line
From a hallmark greeting card
But my intention was good
I guess a happy Thanksgiving
For me would have been
To have a dinner
With some friends
Or to play croquet
Or another lawn game
Like the games I saw people
Playing on their front lawns
Underneath the beautiful trees
In this mountain suburban
American neighborhood
And as I drove
I saw people of different
Ethnicities
African American, Asian
And Caucasian
And they were enjoying the day
Living in peace
And I felt grateful to live here
In this country
And I thought to myself
I hope we are always
At peace like this
Because difficult
And trying times
Often come
