Dark
like a migrant thai worker
i pedal my bicycle on the
village path hunched over
dark my face covered against
the dust the dogs bark at me
the bees slammed into my forehead
and the scent of a distant homeland
assault my nostrils and like his letters
back home
silverplating the sweat of his brow
my poems two are wrapped in darkness
that covers my longing
Copyright © Jeffrey Shover | Year Posted 2011
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