FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

	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