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I stood in line with women A few men waited But mostly the people around me had curves and femininity The morning begun cool but warmed as the sun took her throne The temperature change was like the change that overcame The strangers At first silent Looking straight And then slowly sharing Stories Truth Seeing each other A kind woman offered snacks to the small fussing children She had grandbabies. We were all here Hoping for the same result But for different reasons, different circumstances Situations One woman explained that she kept renting houses that were forclosed. One was on the news the night before at the Interfaith Shelter, already homeless. Some had little ones and looked much too young *Poet's note This was longer and tied more firmly into the title before I lost this poem in cyberspace I write fictional poetry occassionally, but this one is not that. This is vulnerablity and I am not strong enough to rewrite it in its entirity again. Please don't judge this yet. It isn't finished.