Outside the doorway, Montclair
holds forth, a quiet
despot of autumn leaves,
scalloped mushrooms, manicured
front yards and sluggish towncars.
Dogs shiver, walking
through the rainfall, windfall
of cozy buildings nestled
in trees. Inside, the turkey
warms in its oven roost
as child fingers dice
carrots and aunts pace
around the kitchen. Cousins sit
on the
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lovely.
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[Also, NJ! It is where you have thanksgiving because IT IS WHERE YOU LIVE.] <-- had to be said
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Really like the last 10 lines or so in particular.
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