^ That last one frustrated more than all the others combined. Grr.
#11
there are men in the fields,
bronzed backs glaring at the sun.
i am not among them, the women
say i am not of them.
the elders give no comment,
lips locked in secret mirth, looking
to the rest of us who weave between
the drawn lines, blind to those already
fallen
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