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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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Date: 8/20/2009 3:24:00 PM
interesting, I hope you will be able to finish this one
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Date: 8/14/2009 9:07:00 AM
What a day. Some very unbelieveably outstanding writes I am reading today.Thank you for sharing yours with us Autumn. Love, Carol
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Date: 8/13/2009 8:06:00 AM
It is hard not to notice people in such dire circumstances, those who desire only the basic necessities of food, shelter and clothing. Unfortunately, we "notice" far too many of them on the streets and in bread lines today. Perhaps your great poem will make it harder for those who are in a position to help to turn away. Excellent writing! Far more compelling than "fiction" for me. Love, Carolyn
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