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!
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