Flu
shots
©
Ethelene
W.
(Kitty)
Brown
Another
scare,
another
year of
limited
vaccine.
We wait
in queue
for our
share. A
skin
prick of
immunity.
Puffs
of
cotton
hair
announce
the need
for
assistance
from
canes,
walkers,
glasses,
etc.
Medicare
cards in
hand, we
swap
tales
like
birds
chatting
on a
strand
of wire.
Baby car
seats
scattered
about
the
floor,
like
strewn
toys.
Little
ones
laughing,
crying
and
waiting,
they
know not
what
for.
They
wait and
coo like
doves,
as the
line
builds.
Children
whose
brown
eyes and
cherubic
Mayan
faces…answer
unasked
questions
of
ancestors
in other
places.
Finally
our
number
is
called…
Kitty….
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