Hoeboy Poem by Jan De Raeymaeker

Hoeboy



In the thrall of tiredness
This hoeboy glowers out his ought ait

A blunted oik forking the topsoil
Jabbing tines scratching the crumb for plink

Sight penned to vacant gyres, slung
Between swells and sumps

Every fibre lying for the other; belying the need
To be free from kinesthesia

Thursday, September 21, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: tired
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