Thanksgiving

 

They were intertwined with the earth.

The Others paved over dirt.

 

They were the eons ahead; manifested premonitions.

The Others manifested destiny to escape evolution.

 

They were on the brink of right.

The Others just landed wrong.

 

They knew the ground around them could nurture.

The Others knew that they could push beyond and go further.

 

They never lost what they did not have but watched everything go.

The Others sat at a table for Thanksgiving. Turkey and mashed potatoes.

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