I'm A Color Reporter

rose city on the 409

work at night is so eerie
i can almost hear the voices of those
and when i sweep the dust billows to take their shapes
a hand
a face
lips
mouth
tongue

a hello and how are you
fine, but who are you and i think you know
just another
wade in the water children
just another
slash across my back
and just another
life thrown away out to the fields forever

so you're the one from the back
yes
don't hurt me
i couldn't hurt someone who works like you
we are the same person
you know
different colors
different times
same place
forever

tobacco fields to hay fields
crimson and clover
forever and ever and over and over

well, goodnight
and thanks.
and i hope we meet again.
stranger from another time.
sad eye'd lady of the lowlands.

goodbye.