TV above the deli counter
in the Middle Eastern grocery.
My first glimpse of the change
of regime.  I pump my fist
in a victory salute.  The immigrant
owners follow suit.  Smiles
all around, visible even beneath
our masks.  We share stories,
these stangers and I
of multiple outrages over four years,
anguish at what had happened
to our country.  And now we long
for champagne bottle to pop,
confetti to fling in the air.