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.
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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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