Broken

A field hand upon
his corn husk pallet,
legs a cruel joke,
painful reminders
of a painful past

Slim neighbor/helper
barely strong,
lending her soul as
she can, when she can,
with leftover kindnesses

The radio, ever on
but hardly noticed
among farming sounds:
livestock, tractor and truck
all dangerous things

Dangerous things
which lurk each day
in this peaceful setting
as the field hand on his bed
knows all too well

Phil Huffy writes all manner of short poetry, usually at his kitchen table in the company of pets. In most cases, his work deals with something he has seen or thinks he has seen. Recent placements include The Lyric, Better Than Starbucks, Anapest, Gold Dust and several haiku journals.

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