Field
Joseph E. Reed
June 19, 2013
In my home I'll have a garden
Planted with furrows of seeds
Mustard greens, tomatoes, radishes and turnips
Mesquite stakes to train vines
Flowers and a hint of pine
A basin, washbasin
I'll wipe resin from my hands
Wash my sweat and dust down, down, down, down the drain
And it will drain, drain, drain out to my fields
There therein was Abel killed
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Writer. Poems by Joseph E. Reed
Poesía"Arising out of the mists and numbness of false cloudiness, Joseph's poetry is a pursuit of vitality, a yearning for reality." -Naja the Artist A poet and musician since childhood, Joseph E. Reed presents his creations for the world to share. Well...
