See You Next Year (for Donna Leombruno)

Thanksgiving is in the tears
that burst like ripe grapes.

Proclaiming, see you next year,
we wave, begin to panic.

With these tears, the further we go
the tighter we are entwined.

We hold onto each others image,
hold each other way-deep

as the bus pulls us apart,
stretching our gratitude for miles.


-Judith Pordon

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Judith Pordon - Published Poetry