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struggling to open my umbrella I didn't hear
a woman repeat what I saw in her coal burning eyes as
she shoves past me, in NY you always keep moving
and feel like I'm on one of those moving walkways at the airport as
we head to the restaurant past a long line-up of
people pushing to get into Macy's,
does anyone ever say excuse me anymore
anyone from past thanksgiving years hurrying
its dead thru as we sit down to eat
and the man I am with begins talking of retirement
starts making plans for when.... and after
and I begin attacking a plate piled high with stuffed turkey
candied yams cranberry sauce
he's talking about maybe this June or next
I'm thinking about ordering some pumpkin pie
he says, maybe I'll start a blog, my late lover
makes a quick comeback on his computer
the waiter asks if we want anything else,
he shakes his head and hands him a credit card
I hold up my cup for a refill my parents' ghostly voices
fill with unsolved quarrels.... have an urge to say,
you're not excused to someone anyone and keep moving
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Linda Lerner