They watch us, the convicts
drooped on the fences—as we,
the young boys, over and back,
detassel corn in an unmarked field.
Unnerved by the wire and the towers,
we watch them, the convicts,
out of the corners of our eyes,
drooped on the fences, our forearms
shredded by leaves.
Published: Apple Valley Review, Vol. 17, No. 2 / Fall 2022
Image: Milad Fakurian on Unsplash
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Excellent Devon -would like to see more of your work
Thank you, Tony. I will be posting more poetry as they are released.