BURLAP BAGS

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

its warmth.

 

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.

 

 

 

 

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