Before dawn, people
who work on Thanksgiving Day  
wait in the wind for a bus
to arrive or maybe not.
It's too cold to talk  
so the people stand
like minutemen and plan
a revolution that would shock  
nice families who drive by later,
children tucked in scarves
and mittens, laughing
all the way to Nana's house  
for turkey, gravy, stuffing
and later in the day
a ballerina of whipped cream
twirling on pumpkin pie.
Thanksgiving is the day
America asks for seconds
and sorts its servers
from the served.

-- Donal Mahoney