"A Dark Thanksgiving"

Cold in my cardboard shed
below the railway bridge
waiting for the slow train
to search for the scraps,

by the light of the moon
for a dark Thanksgiving
to warm with the steam
from the engine valve.

A tiny meal to feed me
lonely without a friend
to help and guide me
that I may see my Savor

Praying for a family home
a plump turkey to roast
with gravy and potatoes
for a new Thanksgiving.

Then I wake the dream
there to find my family
turned away from me
leaving me on my own,

to cry silent tears
in utter confusion
without an education
to roam my life away.