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Polk County - Spring (Here Comes the Sun)

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Dec. 28th, 2011 | 04:01 pm

6AM. Polk County. The sun grinds over the edge
of the phosphate plants. Concrete
is everywhere, everywhere that is not grey
is black asphalt, already oozing in the heat

of the phosphate plants. Concrete
neon-decked bodega, pickups pulling in
on the black asphalt, already oozing in the heat.
Brown men pile out of the beds, heading in

to the neon-decked bodega, pickups pulling in,
everyone wants café cubano por favor,
brown men piling into the beds, heading out
to fields of berries and tomatoes.

Everyone wants a Cuban coffee, please –
Groves are doin’ well this year, think I’ll expand
to fields of berries and tomatoes –
and Miss, more sugar when you get a chance?

Groves are doin’ well this year, think I’ll expand.
The boys in Tallahassee have it right, embargo,
miss more sugar when you get a chance
to sell at twenty-seven cents a pound.

The boys in Tallahassee have it right, embargo
Cuba, tighten Mexico, keep down the unions, buy
and sell at twenty-seven cents an hour,
minus rent, minus food, minus the cost

of Cuban propaganda, the Mexican president, breaking the unions. By
6AM in Polk County, the sun grinds over the edge
of another day’s rent, day’s food, the cost
is everywhere, everywhere that is not grey.



whipchick grew up in Florida.



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Myrna

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from: myrna_bird
date: Dec. 29th, 2011 11:54 pm (UTC)
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For some reason, this conjures up Harry Belafonte singing the Banana Boat Song. I sense the connection but can't quite come up with the words. :)

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whipchick

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from: whipchick
date: Jan. 5th, 2012 04:32 am (UTC)
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Hahaha :) Thanks!

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A Karmic Sandbox

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from: karmasoup
date: Jan. 27th, 2012 10:22 pm (UTC)
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I was born in Gainesville, raised in Tallahassee. Somewhere between those two points, I lived on a small sharecroppers shack in the middle of an orange grove, with kumquat bushes in the front yard. This is like a piece of my childhood.

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whipchick

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from: whipchick
date: Feb. 1st, 2012 04:42 pm (UTC)
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I'm from St Pete, and wrote this remembering mornings commuting from Lake Alfred out in the groves, to Lakeland. Glad this connected for you, too.

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