Friday, May 11, 2018

PIECE WORK


In busy season the cutters didn't go home.
Food was brought in -- thick slices of bread,
Wheels of cheese, apples, radishes,
Urns of sugary tea with lemon but no milk.
When the men slept for a few hours
They stretched out on the work tables
Sharing dreams, bright-colored but patched
With rags held on by tiny, even stitches.
 (What am I if not one of those dreams?)

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