Lost in the middle of a green sugarcane ocean
sharp stalks ripple like waves
shadows in the long rows
where the momma fox sleeps
where the mice build cathedrals damned
overhead span of suspended electrical cables
conduit superhighways dripping from one lonely wooden H-frame to a distant other
sizzling hot crisp power
the life of my ceiling fan spinning
laptop spark
cell phone buzz
my bank account once a week every Wednesday
under the white plastic turtle shell of my hard hat
line of sweat swallowed by the brambles of my beard
a grin forms
heavy hammer still sheathed in the snare of my tool belt
thrown overboard to the overgrown weeds and tractor trails
fluorescent vest given to the warm summer breeze
on the back of my tailgate
she waits for me
slips out of her blue jeans.
TA
sharp stalks ripple like waves
shadows in the long rows
where the momma fox sleeps
where the mice build cathedrals damned
overhead span of suspended electrical cables
conduit superhighways dripping from one lonely wooden H-frame to a distant other
sizzling hot crisp power
the life of my ceiling fan spinning
laptop spark
cell phone buzz
my bank account once a week every Wednesday
under the white plastic turtle shell of my hard hat
line of sweat swallowed by the brambles of my beard
a grin forms
heavy hammer still sheathed in the snare of my tool belt
thrown overboard to the overgrown weeds and tractor trails
fluorescent vest given to the warm summer breeze
on the back of my tailgate
she waits for me
slips out of her blue jeans.
TA
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