Inspired by the holiday shopping season and standing in line at Kohl's, I reflected on lines - past and present. Thus I present a new poem:
queues
wait here
line formed
faced forward, turned around
leaned against wall
jostled
smiled, nodded as others joined
checked watch, tapped toe
chatted about nothing
weather, sports, or "What's taking so long?"
wait here
line forms
stand hunched
head down
caress phone
send communiques
self indulgent blather
check-in
solo
Blooming on the Barbed Wire
1 week ago
