By Debra L Scott 2012
Red bandana
Glints of red strawberry,
Wipes his bald white head –
Gently releases the bold white berry… unripe
Purple work-skirt patched w green ragged scraps
Swishes, moves, among pregnant grapes
Her own fruit now a memory
Wide brimmed hat catching falling olives
Ornamenting the plain and dusty weave
like the fringe of an immigrant taxi
Sweat soaked rugged shirt
Pricked with straw and burrs
Like the Guardian of the field, keeping watch
Stares around protectively like Priapus of old
Gleeful reaper, black overalls,
Swings his scythe
Crafting a mysterious pattern in the towering corn –
Hammers a stick into the ground
-Corn Maze $2.00
Ripeful breasts reddened by the sun
Lean over tomatoes, cradling them in her hands
Feeling the warm sensuous fullness
Rows of phallic green cucumbers
Grab them quickly, cop a quick feel
A cluster-fuck of cukes
Place a condom around the tree
Shake it till the nuts explode and fall to the nets
Harvest is come
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