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Surveyor and Farmer (Free verse) by Dovina

He hikes all day in hardwoods, transit on his shoulder, steel tape dragging long. I trudge alone in corn, sack upon my hip, plucking ears like days before. His weariness from thinking, packing, sweat, mine from picking, shooking, heat. Eyes closed, half asleep. Small squeeze, a swell. Four eyelids open, four lip corners rise. Til next time, sleep well.

Bethy 18-Aug-05/3:53 PM
I like this one Dovina...secret encounters are fun...lol...:) Bethy




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