NaPoWriMo #16 - In The Long Line Outside Canadian Tire
In The Long Line Outside Canadian Tire
A man races from his parked car,
Chasing a receipt across the asphalt
Towards the socially distanced line
Of humans barely holding it together
He bends down to grab it
As the wind whips it up from his hands and
Three more feet towards us and
We can barely hold it together
This blur of tie-die and cargo shorts
Giggles, jumps up and darts forward,
Catching the tiny paper under his foot – almost
How long can we hold it together?
Two in our line break the tension
Grab the receipt – hold it down
Until he meets them, inches away
They are all holding it, together
Contact
He giggles one last time
heads back to his car, and turns to explain
“Don’t want to litter!”
He is trying to hold so much together