While thinking about stuffing,

I also became thankful for croutons.

Not just because of their taste, texture, and appearance,

but also because of their otherworldly science-like sound.

Klingons, Vulcans, Romulans, Decepticons, Krypton,

electrons, protons, neutrons… croutons.

***

Thanksgiving (in the U.S., the 4th Thursday of November)

reminds me of these thoughts (in this post: they’re entered).

This poem Croutons was in a Milpitas Post issue;

the memory of my poem still does continue.

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