The Work
by Joselyne Gonzalez
The smell of dirt and onion was a sort of comfort
As you saw, the multiple rows just continue
Till it looks like it fell off the world
As the sun starts to slowly swallow the dark
We knew it was time to work till it sets
We had to work fast
For every sack of onions was 1 dollar
As the big red scissors would start snipping, they won't stop
Until lunchtime
We would pop the trunk and sit under our very little shade.
Kids crying that it's hot
Parents eating bean tacos or egg & bacon tacos
As we started for round 2, kids would run to the big truck
To gather piles of sacks for parents
As that would be the only fun for them
The very little air that would blow
It would be such a bliss
The cuts that we would get from the big scissors
Would be ignored
Didn't have time to take care of an injury
It'll heal itself with the dirt
As the sun sets, we stop
And count not leaving a sack uncounted
Take off our boots and hang them upside down
So no spiders would get in
Adding all our sacks, relieved for the amount gathered
We shall eat well today
A good shower washing out all the dirt
Stuck on your skin
After a full stomach
Our heads touch our pillows and won't wake up
Till the sky turns orange again