Faces veiled, arms in flowing sleeves,
shade the sun.
Flashes of metal glint as each
head is cut and bagged by the efficient team.
The rustle of the tight leaves sound plastic
in the midst of the serene field.
Deep brown contrasts the cabbage,
the strong scent of the plant freshens
the breeze over the neat, compact rows.
They reach row's end
and turn to start
on the next.
September 2008 Marsh Salerno