Heartburn
Heartburn from a fast-eaten
fast food breakfast croissant
tied and bound my chest.
I drove one-handed,
through rush hour traffic,
cell phone on speaker,
trying to call the boss,
to tell him
I was going to
be late again.
Adjusting the volume
on the CD player
and holding a hot
coffee on my lap,
I thread
between two cars
in a quick
lane change.
Damned crazy drivers!
Wake up I am coming through.
Who goes
the speed limit
in the slow lane anyways?
If I am any later
I am going
to be in trouble again.
It is time for a smoke
and the scream of brakes.
If I get
in a wreck
at 75 mile an hour,
heartburn will be the least
of my worries.
HAPPY HARVEST
Hundreds of years ago, began the tale, Ancestors of Americans, Pilgrims, and Indians from a wood's trail, Paraded out a feast, grown with their hands; Yielded from the bounty of the land. Having toiled throughout the year, Americans still sit and dine, Reveling in holiday cheer. Vined grapes were squeezed to make the wine. Elsewhere at soup kitchens they stand in line, Some have no family or friends of their own, Thankful not to have to be hungry all alone.
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