fan's whirring hum
birds chirpling,
footsteps below
distant train' toot tooting
makeshift bedsheet curtains hang askance
permitting brilliant sun's light pattern
entry to the room
bed made but
slept on instead of in
due to the persistence of
summer night heat
indentations like shallow graves
burying their dead
in again another
long sultry night of nothingness
mangy dogs greet the morn
as they greet one another
desperate shallow barks
possessive, possessing
likely possessed
brown window bars
frame long strips of green
palm exoticity
beauty almost lost to familiarity
palms themselves framed
with the watered down blue
of hot sky
empty save for the promises
health to the crops
sweat to the laborers
sweat to the non-laborers
behind computers
honest sweat?
who knows
it all smells the same
Fall Berries
1 week ago
1 comment:
Great poem! Keep using your talents. Dad
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