hunched against bricks
crouched beneath tree branches
perched on curbs
--we wait

The line as long as each hunger combined
spilling out like blood-- seeping-- through--

holding on to each breath
as if it too--might escape us

1 comment:

  1. tight write, masterful writing.
    Glad to "meet".

    invite you to join our poetry picnic today,

    1 to 3 random poems are welcome for first time participants, you can also write for our theme,


    hope to see your participation.