almost there

the line is long
for pills.
brown bottled
pills of all sorts.
all sizes and colors.
pills for what
ails you,
what might come,
what has
and still remains.
you can hear the bottles
being shaken
as they
pay the man,
slip the card into the box,
a rattle in each
hand.
the line is long.
it wraps around the block
and back again.
i'm almost to the
counter.