every morning..
monday through friday
a large van parks
along the tiny road
in the middle of no where...
Twelve people
dressed in reflective clothing
carring trash bags
come out of the van.
six go to the left
six go to the right
they walk the road
picking up trash..
(working off food stamps
and welfare money).
for mim. wage..
Locals drive by smiling
glad to see
their tax dollars at work,
making "jobs" for the poor.
On both sides of the road
are fields of farm land...
sounds of men
talking in spanish
can be heard in the wind..
all pictures and poems by connetta jean ( me)
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