Honourable mention in the 1st Jackpine Sonnet Contest.

we’re casting upon the floor through
wicker basket buttons on broken overalls
work plots by all those out here cause that’s where the work is
shit, we get leeks turnips sod ’n’ peat
through the boots mud prints from the path round the gate out back
blisters from forks having bailed off trucks into piles
carrots and the holes left before double-doubles
charged then set in triplicate from landlocked to landlocked
province get chugged by truckers wheeling deliveries
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pass pressing rubber, steel-toed boots canvas hats
plucking specks of orange green red the charcoal
back on the four hundred passing north south
slang with milk and sugar coffee stirring while cities