Idyllic Memories
I’m not in this painting and neither are you.
We suffer the same though. We look
at the fields and their perfect rows. We look
past the field to the rounded tops of trees,
each a blob of light and dark. Our women
and children wear bright colors, fruit of labor.
We have shoes or no, depending on our beach.
We are both surrounded
by growing and unwielding shadows.
--T.A. Sukany 24 Feb 2021
I’m not in this painting and neither are you.
We suffer the same though. We look
at the fields and their perfect rows. We look
past the field to the rounded tops of trees,
each a blob of light and dark. Our women
and children wear bright colors, fruit of labor.
We have shoes or no, depending on our beach.
We are both surrounded
by growing and unwielding shadows.
--T.A. Sukany 24 Feb 2021