The Laborers
by David Allen

A stone of cheddar
turns the boy's
hand out of his pocket
 
a dirt-flecked star
the tips of his fingers
drop into his mouth.
 
His sister kicks a rock,
his bag of books
a plum line strikes
 
her heels the yellow
bus escalates
above the pavement
 
the lane and vineyards
the parents tend in rows.

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