Month: November 2025

Getaway Day(s)

Travel’s fun.
Let’s do some more:
Gate 10! No, 6! Now 24!!
Always keep your bags in sight
In case we leave today. Tonight?
Just kidding! Someone saw a cloud
Back east, so flying’s not allowed
Until they’ve sussed out its intent.
I wonder where the weekend went?

The Bit Preventing You From Digging In

It’s been my privilege for many years
To preface this repast with lofty words
Befitting artists, actors, engineers,
Triathletes… We’re such a bunch of nerds!

So many faces, so familiar,
Yet changed in subtle ways since last we met;
New friends and family sit where others were
Just yesterday, our comfort in regret.

Large gatherings are not my cup of tea
And hungry crowds can be intimidating.
The food’s right there, but you’re stuck here with me.
That’s much less appetizing. Thanks for waiting.

I’m sure I had a point. Perhaps it’s that
In every seat here, one we love has sat,
And while we’re here together, so are they,
Which may explain the name: Thanksgiving Day.

Gilt Trip

It ought to be enough to want to do
Good things, unless what counts is not the thought,
As we were taught. To have to follow through
Is lily-gilding, which I’d rather not.
There’s probably an art to floral gilt
Beyond the shtick that sitcom husbands try
(Which isn’t spelled* the same, (*or spelt–your tilt
Depends on dialect)); I’m not that guy.
A lily conjures death, associated
As it is with funerals of old,
And (*sigh*) my hand-to-eye’s not underrated:
I’d doom the bloom and likely spill the gold.
I’d want it not to be the case; alas,
Like good intentions, that want’s wont to pass.