The Zongolica Farmer

He is surrounded by the old shadows,

cast in perfect relief by sun and Cross.

His figure – diminutive, dark-skinned –

eclipses this lost-hidden field.

 

It is here, at the tilt of a blade and universe,

the stakes are raised to mountains.

His fear watches, quietly,

as he collects dead cornstalks.

 

He knows it is time –

to shoo away wild turkeys,

to drop small things into the ground.

It is time to see through shadows.

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"The Zongolica Farmer" was inspired by a March 2006 trip to Veracruz state, Mexico.

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