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written by: Vern Fein


A small boy squats beside a road
watches Father, Aunt, Uncle,
powerful then.

A rickety truck rolls by slowly,
the pile of bright red tomatoes jostling each other
to see which could stay on.

The Depression-laden adults
salt-shakers in hand, crouch low
as the truck struggles past, leap on the truck bed,
ride down the road, hidden from the driver by the fruit.

Silently, salting and stuffing tomatoes in their mouths,
until they are distant specks to the little boy,
before they jump off, return, sauntering toward him,
the blood of theft running down
free and laughing chins.



A small boy's intro into the world of adults.

Vern Fein

Vern Fein

A retired special education teacher, Vern Fein has published over one hundred poems on over forty sites, a few being: *82 Review, The Literary Nest, Gyroscope Review, Courtship of Winds, 500 Miles, Spillwords, The Write Launch, Broadkill Review, Soft Cartel, and River and South.
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