Thanksgiving was frozen and gray.
Three thousand dollars and change
were donated at our Masses,
and our pastor was moved to arrange
a gift for Dorothy Day,
a thousand three-dollar dinners
for the battered, the drunkards, the sinners.
She cares for each person who passes
addicted, alone or astray,
and ours are the souls she would save
as we try to rise out of the grave.
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