a hundred dollar ham.
sweetly glazed and laced in rings
of pineapple. but
the line was long in the april wind.
i was dressed too light,
unwarmed
by this strange cold weather.
and the others.
in long coats. staring at the ticket
in their hand. together
we inched forward.
peering through the window,
wondering when we would
be served. it was saturday
and the next day. the in laws
would arrive, new friends.
a family modernized
for these times quickly made
through the magic
of finding one another online.
one easter, one ham, one
nice time, and we were done.
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