A poem a day

11/28/2019 - Thanksgiving and radio waves

Thanksgiving

Prepare the house

Clean it all

While delicious aromas drift through the house

Ding dong

First person is here

Soon it's filled with people

Adults talking

Kids running and jumping

I prefer to sit with the adults

Listening to their talk

Teen Mom wants another kid

Auntie hates her work

Etc, etc

Food time

Heaps of it

Set in front of you

Eat till you're stuffed

Then a little more

Dessert

Pie served with gossip

Yet all the talk and food cannot fill the hole in my heart

 Then there's at least another hour

Of people just talking

Until they start to trickle out 

It's dark by now

When their gone the house feels silent

But also relived

Well

Time to prepare for Christmas 

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radio waves

so interesting

there's old stations leftover from WW II

secret ones

bleeping out codes through the static

for lost

lone spies

somewhere out in the big wide world

Cousin Millennial explains 

i'm fascinated 

spending the rest of the night thinking

and asking questions about it

someday

i'm going to find one of those stations

and listen to it

thinking

what if

there was a spy

lost in the forest somewhere in Asia

old and half-dead

listening to it too?