First Time in the Country: My First Impressions
Chemical fountains in the San Joaquin
sea-level valley ripen fields of citrus,
no sight of people, only where they've been,
Summer year round, sun fevered like a virus.
Groves only orange-rancher’s daughters crop
repeat for miles. In desert lacking rain
lies teeming fruit in silos for the shop,
drab process plants put beef in cellophane.
Driving through here, it seems the world outspreads
before you: orchards harvest apricots
or limes, fields grapes or grains in packing sheds.
Oil derricks drill bemired, near feeding lots.
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Last edited by Erik Olson; 02-06-2016 at 12:38 AM.
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