Brown
fields of Reedley,
green leaves are coming out,
you can see little clusters of
little grapes.
Grapes are
ready for eating,
you can go out in the brown
field
pick them and pop the sugar
sweetness
right into your mouth.
Your mouth starts to drool,
sweet liquid drips down from your
chin.
The leaves are
of such brilliant colors
brown, red green.
The raisins drying
out in the hot hot hot sun,
on brown fields
on brown trays.
Trays of paper
holding
bunches of grapes,
old faces, getting wrinkled
purplish brown sugar
to pop in your mouth.
Brown
fields
covered with dead leaves,
chip chomp chomp on your
feet.
Rot and blow away,
the vines are bare
with fog blankets.
The vines look
dead
but really are alive,
waiting to be pruned
and pop out
with new leaves
in the sun, soft rains
and light green
California
fields.
