Sorting Onions Poem by Leslie Philibert
Sorting Onions
Drained after an afternoon sleep,
sweating like a failed lover;
Not sure to have heard
a voice that made me pause.
Sorting onions to dray in the sun,
shuffling the green shoots,
sinews of string and dust.
My face fronted by the acrid smell;
of white insides and roots.
For a moment alone. Done.
Tuesday, June 9, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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