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Waiting

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Post No. 821

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Waiting

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Wrapped in blankets,

Morning air as cold as ice,

The queue not too long today,

Getting to know the price

Of rising late…

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Here and there a baby grizzles

But seldom cries – snug

As a bug in the layered rug,

Wrapt against its mother’s breast.

Many have another –

A sister or a brother – holding

Tight, safe and sound on the ground.

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The line shuffles forward,

Breath condensing, compressing,

And warming the air;

Five minutes more,

Another five minutes

Until they open the door…

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©Denise G Allen, 17 June 2015 10:10

Author: adeeyoyo

I am a middle-aged South African woman, living in Johannesburg. I began writing poetry towards the end of May 2010. I love animals – sometimes more than people! I am back after a break. Thanks for still being here, if you are! Missed you! xxx

2 thoughts on “Waiting

  1. Inspiring and well written!

    Like

  2. queue-ing up in line – not the funnest place to be. Made me think of the bread lines though – when I work the kitchen downtown the homeless start lining up at 9 for the lunch at 12. You do what you gotta do, you know.

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