Sleep Sit
Fields of rice
Beating sun heat
Hands for hoes
Dry dirt for shoes
Meals over fires
Water to haul
On bent back
In a land with no shade
Bits of life
Carved into the skin as
Canyons and dried rivers
Crossing each other or
Stitches of the days
Woven like a rug for prayer
And held in two hands
With the rising moon
Of slumbering eyes
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