Crying Fields (2004) Poem by David Joel Rodriguez

Crying Fields (2004)

Rating: 2.5


Cold dark night; my warm body lingers
Chose unpleasant paths; holding liquor
One hand brushes the field with fingers
Gently picking away at harmful stickers
Wind blows the fields; hear their singers
Whistling hymns, voicing crying snickers

Comments:
'As I walked home one night Drunk...'

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