“All Lined Up”
Lined up at the show
and everywhere we go,
it seems like we spend half our lives in lines that move too slow.
It seems that half the doing
consists of constant queueing––
a penance that we have to pay for eating, riding, viewing.
At cafes, traffic lanes,
post offices and trains,
museums, subways, cafeterias, we make small gains.
Standing more than walking,
muttering and gawking,
our progress is so slow that there’s less moving than there’s taking.
As we go two-by-twoing,
like milkcows softly mooing,
waiting here in lines, we find that we are all-too-often ruing
leaving our house at all
to line up at the mall
I think I’d rather be at home than waiting with y’all!
Here are a few “LIned Up” visuals: (Click on photos to enlarge.)
And, for more “lined up” photos go HERE.
The SOCS prompt is “In Line.”
I love your poem about lining up.
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Thanks, Sadje. Tried to remember interesting people I’d met in lines, but I couldn’t!
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I can’t ever remember something specific when I’m trying!
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Many times I can’t. Or what I came into the room to do or what I am looking for.
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Yup! The age of forgetfulness 😅
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I like both the poem and the photos. I remember the endless lines for milk and bread that started at 6 am, when the stores opened at 9.
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Where and when was this?
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Everywhere in the USSR, right after Khrushchev’s “honorable retirement.” Brezhnev came, and everything disappeared. Fortunately, my grandmother baked our own bread, and my grandfather bought dairy products from a trusted villager at the farm market. Our family was moderately well-to-do, but most people could not afford the farm market prices, so they had to stand in lines.
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