Farm Workers’ Quarters

Farm Workers’ Quarters

pre-dawn colours, crêpe sky.
daybreak unfurls, edges out sleep.

empty thermos, chai on the propane stove,
jars of spices, crude shelves, a bucket of flour

next to the mattress on the floor. a rope
across this one-room life sagging with

drying clothes, dignity. through thin walls,
rustle of others in rooms next door.

sour stench of rotten berries. small life,
readying for another day in the fields.

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