thanksgiving poem

My dept chair sent this poem around today. It seemed appropriate for a day of thanks:

A Testimonial

I have lived in this city
25 years
and all that time
I have dropped things.
I've dropped tissues,
letters from women
in Santa Fe, N.M.,
money,
the keys to my house,
books by
Jacques Prevert.
And all this time,
you,
the people of this
city, have pointed
to me, and said,
"Hey!" "Sir!" "You!"
You dropped something!"
and then I have picked it up.
You have watched
over me, all these
years,
and I've waited till
now to thank you.

--Michael Gorelick

gobble gobble.
J