Thanksgiving

[velvetelvis]

Trick or treat,
Thanks, or give me, or walk with me
after midnight and with the pointed toes of winter
of course.  What a polite muse
that ices the urban bruises --no cars
No one ever dreams the streets are quiet
it's a lighted stage
hold my hand
The show is starting now
--if there were curtains, how I believe
your heart makes rhymes with the wind,
penniless, and without a ride, we only have tickets
we are a family
we are a family
and we all have different doctors