I am thankful for the presence of the cold current at the kitchen door
for now I bake with abandon at three in the afternoon
the bread
the pies
the promises
and only crack a window, and a smile at the clever efficiency of it-
venting the excess heat from this hearth if there were any left over
from my hands, all flour dust flurries and marks on a red apron
full of yes.
I am so thankful for November.
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