So, our friend Mary, a veteran New Yorker, says we're nuts to think about making Thanksgiving dinner in our tiny apartment. In this food-crazy city, there IS an alternative, just one more subject for a November haiku . . .
Walking on Broadway,
this way, then that, with never
a wind at my back.
Bagels rise, tempting
lips, puffing hips, pleasures of
the tongue, like smoke rings.
gobble-gobbles in Gotham:
Next-table talk: Who
takes care of her kids while she’s
taking care of theirs?
Winter’s bite so slight
it might still seem fall till gustsdraw tears and ice ears.