in line
for two hours
for the easter ham.
the police had blocked
the road to keep
the traffic moving.
controlling the crowd.
with flares aglow
and whistles blowing.
it was
a cold day.
my frozen hand holding
the number
of my order.
the line twisted and turned
as we stood in
the wind.
staring into the window
wondering what's
taking so long.
and will there be enough
sides
to go around, will
the ham be big enough
when we all dig in.
what about leftovers?
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