Waiting for water
Beneath the soil
Of the now-empty field
Where the workers toil
To give us a chance
To emerge from the ground
Not knowing we’re fodder
For the others in town
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Waiting for water
Beneath the soil
Of the now-empty field
Where the workers toil
To give us a chance
To emerge from the ground
Not knowing we’re fodder
For the others in town