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I heard through the grapevine

That it was time

They were given it away

Hurried

Took my place in line

Stood firm

Feet planted like roots

Strong & stable

I thought...



I could c so far ahead

What was being given freely

Up at the

Never ending table

one stew pot, one silver ladle

THE PROTOCOL

1 pours for 2

2 pours for 3

then sip 2 gether

the line moves fast

It’s a beautiful sight 2 C

Reciprocity in its highest form

I smiled, imagined, and waited

I must be number 999

How would I know?

I never pulled a ticket

I just

Got in line

2 wait 4 mine

Conversations hummin’ like bees

Everyone appears satisfied

As they receive

Then walk swiftly away

From me

And

This line

Only peering back with memories

Of the joyful sound of

“next in line please”

All they weathered 2 finally

Be 4

2 be

first

in a special way

Patience has always been my virtue

To a fault

So when this one

Stepped in to cut me

I looked at the need in them

But not the need in me

Cuz disintegrating

Was the need in we

Excuse me Miss

I gave a once over

Moved aside and back

Number 1001 I suppose

But didn’t matter

My sneaks didn’t have

Holes in the soles

Seems like dawns turnin’ to dusk

Sleepiness creeps

However 2 b alert is a must

Don’t want to miss-step

Any shuffle forward

Bow my head

Say a prayer

Look ahead and practice

Like the others

Forming wanting hands

Until they form a cup

2 receive from that

One silver ladle

The creamy, steamy soup

From which to sup

Wait

Excuse me Miss

I mean no dis-

Respect…but

Step back, and so again I

Look up & down

Saw the tears

swallowed my own

Saw the frown

so familiar,something I've known

Number 1003, I assume

I’m losin’ count

Now-reassuring me

It’s not so bad huh?

At least I am able 2 still c

My turn comin’

My blessin’s not frontin’

I cup my hands tighter

Bow my head and pray harder

That my steppin’ back and away

For the need and understandin’ of another

Will find me on the day

When even I’m havin’ trouble

findin’ my own way

who will c my needs

the deeds I’ve done

hold me down

shuffle forward

take a step backward

no problem Miss

Mr. , Brother

May I

Step forward

2 steps only, thanks

Ok just one step more

Thank u so kindly

I will not 4 get

I will keep holdin’ U down

But

Will u

B there

2 use the ladle

And pour

In my time of need and understandin’

Soup 4 me?

W

H

E

N

“Next in line please”