Food

they line up
in from continuous cold
the caged, panicked canary in my chest knew
all I could do was hand them food.
directed to give a cookie and a smile

their eyes
full with stories of street, abuse, smoke
saw around my smile
a smile not padlocked as the bread servers'
saw food, opportunity, luck

my canary stilled
at the little girl
who looked at the green frosted cupcake
all I could do was hand them food


MY QUESTIONS
Do you know what i am talking about? Is it too clear or unclear?
Should there be more imagery? Less imagery?

first post

Today is Tuesday.
I was gone from school yesterday and i really don't like to miss school because of all of the crazy make-up work.
And I've never blogged online before.
This sounds... good (once i actually figure out how to use it)