Thanksgiving by Scott Wannberg

A poem by the brilliant and missed Scott Wannberg

Rusty Truck

 Thanksgiving

I give thanks to your eyes
and how they see through artifice and lies.

I give thanks to your heart, how it pumps
vital information that will save us both in the end.

I give thanks to your voice, go ahead, sing one
so everyone can feel the necessity to dance.

I give thanks to your brain, how it finagles
and sorts the incoming news.

I give thanks to your legs for they take you
places not yet apprehended or appreciated.

I give thanks to your energy
for it has allowed you to overcome your pain.

I give thanks to how the light lands on you.

I give thanks to our ability to dream.

I dreamed that I said thank you,
and you heard me.

Come, join the attempted soiree.

The dancing light is on.

Scott Wannberg
11/26/05

Listening to Steve Goodman

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