Vantage Point
The queue curls;
Serpentine.
Crimson faces
A woman exhales!
The last breath of her cigarette.
Takes her place:
at the tail end.
Thin silhouette, vital teeth missing!
We remain at the vantage point; watching.
Food bank: a new entry
In our dictionary.
A kindly man hands over green apples, a loaf of bread
And a tin of soup; indistinct!
To the mouth of the serpent:
An adolescent mother
With her babe in pushchair.
I usher my babes away;
Eyes moist!
Yasemin Balandi
Copyright © Yasemin Balandi | Year Posted 2016
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