Queue, by Jeff Skinner

It might be for work
or for Cup Final tickets,
perhaps a West End show;
morning flight  train  border control –
for some have brought suitcases.

At the door his voucher is folded tight
like a list in a fist
a child takes to the shop.

In the church hall
he stands in line for a parcel
waits his turn
as English men and women do.


Jeff Skinner’s poems have been published in the Morning Star, Clear Poetry, Ground Poetry, Poetry Space, Poetry News, Prole, South, Poetry Shed, and on a Guernsey bus. He was commended in last year’s Ver and Poetry Space competitions. He reads occasionally with Exeter Poets Uncut.

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