Yesterday, my grandparents and I
went to the Landmark Diner in Buckhead
in Atlanta. I sat, we sat, and ordered;
we talked and ate. It was raining
outside, lightly, though the weather
most of the day was pretty mild.
Well, I guess the point is that
they told me to look at the deserts
out front, and there it was,
lemon merengue pie. And it hit me
that Passover is soon and I'll no longer
taste your rolls, though mom still has the recipe.
And a quick, biting pit stuck in me
as I sat down to finish my ravioli.