Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

The garden had two men peeling the dead things away
The pile of brush rose in size in the summertime heat


The smell of meat cooking somewhere near by came

Wafting on ocean sea breezes like moist kisses on the pear trees

Dozens of birds had chosen this place to hang around

The water was scarce- people had it brought by truckload

The skin of the men that did this hard work was dry

The lines in their hands


Ears ringing : birds shrieking
Playfully

The faces softened briefly with a coke and a smile

True artists and extremely hard working
It maybe is a little creepy to see how much
Of all of this is ruled by money oh honey
That those muscles and vital energy are demanded
To be paid in full

Sometimes it’s best to stay away and leave them alone