When
Field Workers Get Old
Because
they are too old to meet
the strict demands of
distance,
they can no longer migrate
north.
Their
feathers fall off.
Even
their backs have a hard time bending
to recognize what their fingers pick.
Some
remain close to the land
in order to inherit its
blessings.
Their
children have moved on to other ways of dying.
They
will never know
what their parents know
about the earth’s quiet
hostility,
or
how sometimes it can go
soft
with
giving.
Hungry Raven -- Laura Barton
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