Through Dorthea Lange’s Grayscale Lens
a woman in the Community Food Bank walks
past bins of frozen turkeys pyramids of pumpkins
her fingers drifting across plastic bags of cranberries
and marshmallows lingering for a handful of green
beans, two sweet potatoes, a loaf of Colonial white
bread two rolls of toilet paper she pulls her
threadbare gray jacket tight around her chest
walks the half- mile to her bedroll and cardboard
shelter pleated under the Interstate 75 bridge
no kitchen no oven no home
no over the river and through the woods
in the grayscale lens of Dorthea Lange’s Graflex camera.
BIO:
Eve Hoffman grew up on a Georgia dairy farm, loves dirt roads. Honored as a Remarkable Woman by Smith College. A Celebration of Healing twenty lives impacted by breast cancer. Memory & Complicity Georgia poetry book of the year nominee. Chapbooks Red Clay and SHE. evehoffmanpoet.com
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