Nourishing Bread Line
Standing amid the cold
in the long lines of hunger
It is!
the wind, a blowing
that chill the bone
pushing up from the lungs
and passing from the mouth
to a frosty cold breath
who awaits, this friendly handout
for this well needed nourishment
with hands that are in destination
reaching for the warmest of soups
Thank you for your giving!
Copyright © Verlecia Fields | Year Posted 2010
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