Thanksgiving ?
gratitude ends when sales start
black friday

Rabbit on the Moon
his feet keep getting wet
hopping on puddles

Mare L-CROSS
I sip some cool water
as the moon shines

so far no green cheese
but plenty of ice water
on the Moon, NASA

a minute past the Armistice, 1918

from the cold ground
a few green shoots poke out
November morning

(November 11, 1918, 11:01 am)

besides an old oak
a squirrel stops, bobs, skitters
I resume my walk

my morning coffee//spills all over the paper//early edition

Perpetua & Felicity, slaveowner and slave, martyrs both

Two young women pray
as a mad cow gores them
their blood on the sand

Nineteen too many
hanged by Salem witch hunters
Puritan justice.