As you defrost your Turkey and pluck yer' taters for the Mash, remember that not all of us will be sitting around a familiar table set with revered family and beloved friends. Poets, in particular, are often required to spend their Thanksgiving in penitent meditation and reflection as they undergo inpatient rehabilitation, at a facility surrounded by people they have known for only a week or two. Last year it was me. This year it is @Smedleys_Butler-1. I know the seat he is in, and I know it can he a lonely one. Let's bring some cheer to his day, and let him know that he is appreciated, and we, as Whites, are Thankful for his existence. Write Smedley a short poem here, doesn't have to be much, a short haiku would be best, and I will read it to him when I call him tomorrow. Really let him know who he is to us, and who we are to him. I am Thankful for your participation. It really will make a difference. Regards, -Theodore Kent