lines to liquids
fibers to fluids
ghungroos go gol-gol
juice into glass pour
evening ride on wheels
by green sweet-cane field
playful sounds jingle
in the warmth of outgoing light
coolers squeeze
refreshing the body and mind
people returning home
and nest-wards birds in the sky
day's heat cools on the brow
as breaths sync to the juicing beat
drink up the cyclical rhythm...
oh! the sweet, sweet sugar song!
the sweet sound of cane juicing.





