Let my people go.
Not the kind of thing
Often waiting in line to check out groceries.
Curious, despite myself, I peer.
Them, the trio of
half-washed, darker-skinned children,
illegal immigrants cheap staff whatever
Hastily, I turn away
2 for 5, is that a good deal after all?
If you don’t like it here, why come here at all?
Quick math in my head.
I could go, come back later.
I could get peaches next week,
But I need bread and milk now.
I will wait for them to stop holding up the line