Dad used to say,
"I thought I was wrong once,
but I was mistaken"
Morning Haze
conceals the fields.
Who will till
this fertile land?
I was always so assured
by what I knew
Migrant workers
essential to farmers
cruelly dismissed
and evicted.
That's what they called me
Wheatwithers and
acres of soybeans
rot where they stand.
"I was wrong for the first time again"
Now, I don't know
what I don't know
Edited by Venus Davis. Words by JR Simons and Deborah Willen.
