Coffee is down the hall,
Sure hope I don’t drink it all…
Nobody here
But me. Dear,
I hear my every footfall!
–
Cooked my burritos and squash,
My Thanksgiving evening panache…
Hallways are quiet
Unlike the riot
In stores soon to take off.
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Air handlers I hear,
Every night of the year…
No phone call–
Crank or at all–
To break this atmosphere!
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–J.E.C.