Issue 169, Spring 2004
After long hours of mindless labor,
yoked with debt, they are released like oxen
to graze in the remnant grass of another day.
Some evenings a glance or thawing touch
is all it takes for affection to stream like light
into their dark mood, but other times they scald
the air with angry talk or burrow in silence
until the inedible dirt in their throats loosens.