Curious eyes followed mornings rise.
A canopy of clouds blocked the sun in the
over the circle of tired spirits.
Colds hands grasped dented tin cups, welcoming the
aroma of coffee as fingers stretched around
A truck driver bounced to a stop. Burlap bags
Tossed to the ground resembled shed skin as workers
watched the man leave.
A final taste of bitter coffee burned slow in the
throats of men. Dust followed them to the fields.