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
At first silent
And then slowly sharing
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
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
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.