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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4641 Registered: 11-1998 |
Poem of the Week Delta Waves Carole MacRury (Janis) I remember the sweetness and sweat of the berry fields; the soft staccato of Cantonese; Chinese immigrants in coned hats — their harvesting hands pledging allegiance. In hot August glow, we crouched on the rich delta soil – picked strawberries for two-bits a pint, then rose with aching backs to the raspberry vines Today, stone and steel have encroached on that loam; — elders shuffle among the young — the signs advertise Dim Sum …Noodle Palace… The Bank of Hong Kong… — reminders of gains and losses. I walk the levee – see the same harvested yield; smile at a white-robed Pakistani — who offers me raspberries from a turban-filled field. |
