by David Feela
In Afghanistan where the Taliban
have dug in for the duration
of the next army’s occupation,
an old woman with an afghan
draped across her shoulders
suspects the streets are busy
because so many are trading in
their bunkers from the last war.
When the election is over
they’ll dig some more
but for now they need cash
for food, which explains
why her thumb is so dark,
her indelible right to
stick it in the place where
it does her the most good.
David Feela is a poet, free-lance writer, writing instructor, and book collector.. His work has appeared in regional and national publications, including the High Country News' "Writers on the Range," Mountain Gazette, and in the newspaper as a "Colorado Voice" for The Denver Post. He is a contributing editor and columnist for Inside/Outside Southwest and for The Four Corners Press. A poetry chapbook, Thought Experiments (Maverick Press), won the Southwest Poet Series. His first full length poetry book, The Home Atlas, is now available.
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