Noon.Hot winds blow sand and through doors and windows Vegetables, in front of the store are withered and rotting A baby whimpers-- A mother croons. An airplane passes over-- A barefoot boy burns his to watch its flight A wagon, drawn by two bony horses creeps slowly down the street Children of all ages peer out-- dirty, underfed, sunburned children The village derelict dozes in front of the corner drug store. His faithful dog snaps the flies that swarm about him. The clang of a bell breaks the silence. A few anemic-looking clerks move slowly toward the boarding house. The door slams shut. The heat burns on. __Jean Rathburn Haines. |
Kansas Poets
Edited by May William Ward
(New York: Henry Harrison. 1935)
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