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(This poem was inspired by German artist Thorsten Dittrich‘s piece, The Secret Carrier.  http://www.thorstendittrich.de)

 

 

 

The sky is hot like leather

Brown and coating our skin

With beads surging into streams

Of sweat

 

In the distance

A lonely guitar throbs

Crooning refrains of love

And regret

 

We toil long and

Hum the oscillating songs

One by one to forget

The hour

 

Bugs sway back and forth

On blades of green

Tired and scorched by fever and

By life

 

Women tell stories

Laugh with heads thrown back

Simple versions of disaster pulsate in

Their smiles

 

Men with sinewy arms

Pull from the lazy earth

Swollen roots of sustenance and

Of dreams

 

Children thump the ground

Like ragtime drummers

Beating rhythms of play and

Far away

 

The musician strums andante

Caressing silvery strings releasing

Vibrations of melody and

Of moan.

 

copyright Jill Szoo Wilson

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