Thanksgiving is a day
For turkey, and football
Pies and the Macy's parade.
But it is also a chance
for poor tired students
to go home
and sleep.
I fly three hours
And then another four
to be home in my bed.
I fly not only for pie,
But also for snow, and home.
For friends
For family.
And so, I go
With my suitcase and backpack
And no work, for a time.
I go home.
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