Hungar
falls
off
the
many
faces
waiting
for
the
lines
to
thin
out
to
melt
togeher
the
layers
of
young
wonderful
women
waiting
wanting
wishing
to
become
one
&
the
same
under
small
infinite
skies
Charles Lara
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/soup-line/
