outside a man in a suit whistles 

 

Briefcase set on sunbaked sidewalks

 

mechanical machines march quickly past

 

off to toil with paper soil 

 

 

 

 

off the rising warehouse lay blue sky

 

Wind creeps through concrete cracks 

 

business billboards boast of happiness   

 

day starts new for a shipyard crew

 

 

 

 

within the hills tidy crops are resting

 

Mules pull on petty plots

 

whittling wheat wakes to light

 

the plow waits for a farmers fate