the line moves forward
in the bagel
shop,
winding out the door
towards
central park.
it's not unlike the stock
market
early in the morning.
there's shouting
and bumping
of shoulders, indecision,
and barking
out of orders.
but we get there.
we get our tightly
knit
bag
of two bagels,
onion and cinnamon,
one with cream cheese
the other
buttered and toasted.
but the coffee is bad.
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