Luneshale Pass lluvia

more pruning down the garden row. their forms bend as itinerant shadows, upended earth and ruin their wake. 

the work’s done in short order, but it’s like anything else. there will be more tomorrow. 

soto straightens the kink in his spine and glances to niño. covered in dirt and somehow just as greasy looking. 

he jerks his head for niño to follow. there’s others things needing their attention.