I was doing a bunch of cleaning today at the apartment while I was feeling stuck with my novel. I came across one of my old poems, so I thought today in lieu of a post, I'd post one of my old poems; for nostalgia sake.
Saviors In White by Jess E. Stork
The line snakes past the twinkies and Krispy Kreme,
victims assaulted by the heat
wait patiently in line
hot, moist strands pressed against their heads.
The cool, white counter,
where ladies with spectacles
saviors in white
survey the crowd
taking stock of damages.
reflections of glass and sherbert in their eyes
grey and peppered leaning hard against their canes
fanning brocheres against the sweat beading on their foundation
The spectacles nod quietly at the wilted crowd,
behind a pyramid of cookie cones
take them one by one
and ask calmly,
"what'll you have, Sweety?"