TRYING TRIPE Poem by Daniyal Mueenuddin

TRYING TRIPE



Three months this man's been off the farm -
go back now, back to diesel, earth and pumps.
Sugar cane I planted has come to term,
and now I count the stalks, the germination.
One clump is a penny, one row,
running, I will sell it for one dollar,
this field buys an olive suit, numerous books
boxed…

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Daniyal Mueenuddin

Daniyal Mueenuddin

Pakistani-American
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