Tuesdays in the Church Parking Lot
Cigarettes and paper
cups half-full
of steaming coffee warm
chilled fingers
while faded characters
in frayed levis
turn their backs to the street
to avoid stares
of passers-by
and wait . . .
. . Arms fill with brown
paper bags bearing boxes
of cereal, eggs,
home-grown produce, rice
and assorted cans
then they vanish,
only to return
and wait. . . .
on Tuesday morning.
- Judi Van Gorder