fewer words


the city shut down march seventeenth

marketa and i as well   our lives shut down


colin   though   his life is little changed

he has worked throughout   harder


many of the workers are furloughed

the work must still be done   crops


cannot be furloughed   we have heard

little from him of late   the few words reveal


i read between the lines   reveal a deep

appreciation for the work   gratitude


to be able to reach and touch and harvest

but more   weariness   a toll hard to express


he is   in his own way    shutting down

the silence is palpable   and unfamiliar








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Written on 2020-06-30 at 13:28

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bibek adhikari The PoetBay support member heart!
Oh, it must be a nice experience to be among the crops, the livestock, among things that need hard physical work. This poem is a stark contrast with what I've been doing -- locked in a room and hammering away at the keyboard, fixing sentences and writing boring stuff. This poem was a joy to read -- I was transported to your world albeit momentarily.