meal
i ever had.
a slice of pizza in new york
city.
we stopped
while
walking back to the
roosevelt hotel.
the cheese,
the pepperoni,
the thick crust warming
our hands.
we sat on a bench
in central park
and savored
the moment.
winter had emptied
the trees.
patches of snow lay
upon the walk ways.
we were happy.
our appetites filled,
our hearts beginning
to fill as well.
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