Saturday, December 12, 2020

little salt

I open my eyes, my ears and my heart to my abuelo, mamí and campesinos here on a gutted out school bus on a peach and tomato farm on Johns Island, South Carolina.


I see lightning bugs flashing.


I hear roosters crowing.


I feel the breeze blowing.



I smile a thank you.



It's just before dawn.


One star sits by itself in the sky.


The estrella de la mañana.


Symbol of all that's beautiful in the world.



- trevor scott barton, stories for a brown-eyed girl, 2020

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