Eating Out

I drive to the steak house
on a Tuesday evening.
It is quiet.
I’m seated, order a glass
of ice tea. I eat a roll
that is placed in a basket
and a little honey butter.
The waiter brings my drink.
I order a medium rare 10
ounce rib-eye steak, french
fries, and a salad with
french dressing as I hide
my eyes from the mascot
dressed like a giant
armadillo, Lynyrd Skynyrd’s
Sweet Home Alabama
makes things feel alright.

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Thanksgiving Dinner

The
tree
is
becoming
leafless
or
lonely

feeling
rather
drab

when
it
creates
papershell
pecans

that
become
the
topping
on
the
pie.