Apr 2011
Prior to the orange sky
I rise, putting on my blue jeans.
Much to do in the vast fields.
The golden stalks brush my shoulders
while there is no time to breathe.
Working from rise to set.
No gray cityman could comprehend.
I rise, putting on my blue jeans.
Much to do in the vast fields.
The golden stalks brush my shoulders
while there is no time to breathe.
Working from rise to set.
No gray cityman could comprehend.
Please let me know what you think, and don't be afraid to critique. Thank you.
