Easter Sunday
Parking spots are plentiful
Just like they used to be.
The promenade is empty –
On the benches, only me.
It’s Passover and Easter;
Folks are visiting their friends
Or families to celebrate
Before the daylight ends.
They’re either eating matzoh balls
Or possibly, a ham
With lots of homemade goodies
For desserts for all to cram.
I don’t know what the Easter people
Drink, but in New York,
We Pesach* folk drink Manischewitz,
Wine without a cork.
*Passover
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2022
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