9.10.11

Waiting
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,

    best.

    hope to see your participation.

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