the five dollar egg

for some reason
there is a garden hose on the roof.
and a wooden
step stool.
narrow paths
of ground dirt
are grooved into the yard
against the fence
where the dogs
run and bark
all day.
the ripped screen door
let's the flies in,
some out,
there's a pan on the stove,
black
and thick
with bacon fat
gone yellow.
there's a ham
in the oven
ringed with pineapple.
the scalloped
potatoes are under
foil in a long glass dish.
someone's brought
a yellow cake, iced as bright
as a lemon peel.
everyone is home, gathered
around
the table
the television, it's easter
sunday.
later there will
an egg hunt
and the children,
girls in yellow dresses
like cut
flowers
and boys in blue overalls
will dart
red faced in search
of the one plastic
egg with a five
dollar bill
tucked inside.