the rain came –,
and the men crouched
holding their rags of clothes up under their bellies
their backs blinking like oil pools in the night
and swayed back and forth,
to pass the time –,
their wet cheeks chewed sunflower-seeds,
while the water ran
and filled the night –
early the men got dressed
and sang to a clear sky
and early they bent their backs
under a new sun –