why not?
i have nothing to do
today.
it's a long line, but
it seems to be moving fast.
it wraps
around the block.
we inch forward
in the cold
wind, our hands
in our pockets.
i tap
the man in front of me
on the shoulder.
i ask him
what the line is for.
he shrugs
and says he's not sure.
but it's
moving fast, he
says.
i don't think we'll
be waiting long.
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