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.
Yes. What you said!
You let us in with concise detail. I enjoyed it.
Thanks Shaun. Gave me great pleasure to write it!
And yes, I identity with this. Excellent poem, I love the setting of the scene and everyone’s positive reaction. A beautifully contemporary sonnet!
Contemporary indeed. Fresh as almost yesterday