4.22.2014

Evening Walk Remembering One Morning

I thought of a Manhattan epitaph:
"We were miserable, but the bagels..."
Restaurant owners, a tip:
a basket of bagels
brings glory to morning.
Our souls rise like phoenixes,
mythical bird of suburban
dream dictionaries!
We squawk, triumphant!
I want tequila!
(What's plural for 'phoenix'?)
Let's hire interns!
I swear one day
I'll write something
quiet, incisive,
but for now just know
the brunch was, in fact,
in Brooklyn.

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