033110c Anything That Make Ends Meet Poem by Manonton Dalan

in a minute a sudden rush
of people coming in, in bunch
they drove suv; pick-up trucks
mostly large, guts sticking out
unshaven with buggy pants
chewing tobacco, foul mouths

those are farmers who came
not making good on farming
to make ends barely meet
work somewhere within reach
hard workers is not that much
when there's no work to start

pruning trees, cutting grass
putting up a fence, cleaning pool
changing shingles, putting bricks
repairing cars, changing wood floors
isn't enough to go around this spring
so many more will be out and looking