John Lawless Poet Free verse

The Vaccine Is Coming

The vaccine is coming.
We wait
feeling the angst of the abandoned
searching the horizon
for the tip of a sail
a glimpse at a rescue.

We wait.
Each one silently shouting:
"PICK ME!" "PICK ME!"
Stoically acknowledging
those chosen before us.
Flashbacks of being the last one chosen
for a schoolyard game haunt us,
virtue shaming us to the back of the line.

We wait
as the shore drifts farther away
our grip on the float weakens
our hope lies becalmed
in the idle rhetoric
of blind vitriolic visionaries.

We wait
Hats in hand, heads down
woefully whispering:
"Please sir, may I have some more?"

John G. Lawless
12/14/2020

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Darlene De Beaulieu December 14, 2020 at 4:16 PM Hello John Lawless, the vaccine is coming this something to look forward to in the New Year. Something good for a change. enjoy your evening my friend.