It's a light travel day
In the airport rail station.
I land hard on the platform, huffing,
And pause over my baggage,
After too much draggage,
Remembering all the turkey and stuffing,
... Alas, it has all flowed by,
A gastronomic wet-dream,
Football games, and pumpkin pie
By now morphed into fat cells,
As the new cold week beckons
With its work-office hells --
Time to adjust my attitude,
Put back on the "game face",
Following the Harvest interlude...
The train pulls up to take me back
To the city and the winter and my treadmill place.
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