Static on the line by Monika Kostera

the curly mind linguistically innovative poetry - weird & risky

Their eyes were closed
and they stood
in line. In the dream

there is no suggestion
of a purpose,
just the indispensable.

Like in a 20th century
painting. The last
they knew was

hunger. It was in the eyes.
A weight that opens
the doors.

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