the short line

there's another window
in the low
red brick
building.

the line is short.
three or four stand there,

patiently waiting their
turn

to voice what needs to
be said.

they are thankful.
grateful
for all that they have.

their wealth
of friends.
the food they ate

today. the water they
drank.

the beds slept whether
on feathers
or concrete,
or a steel grate.

so few are in this line.
so few feel blessed despite

all things before them.
grateful

and praising a higher power
for all
that they possess.