Harvest Blues
Sand, winds, time conspire
against an anxious farmboy
missing all his friends.
Dry horizon, scorched
by setting suns - and yearning
for something beyond.
Hopeful eyes scan skies,
feelings, dreams deferred: harvest
demands precedence.
Harvest Blues © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.
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Submitted: June 2, 2019