Sunday morning bagels

it's Sunday morning.

i can tell

not because of the church

bells, but

because everyone is wearing

sweatpants,

or yoga

pants,

and flip flops

and crocs.

there's a hundred

people

in the bagel shop, the line

is out the door.

bags

of loaded bagels

are carried out.

weighted down with eggs

and bacon,

swabs of cream cheese.

there are dogs,

and more dogs

waiting for their owners.

some with scarves around

their furry necks.

it's a fashionable boulevard

besides

William and Sonoma

and Warby's.

Lulu Lemon.

across the street we'll get

a cup

of gourmet coffee.

it's the best. but sadly

no one sells the paper

anymore.