AND SO TODAY
Today I'll be the dumb, farm hobo - kicking
a can down the dirt road, 'cept it's full and soon
enough hurts my foot. Teasing that pasture horse
but forgetting it can kick. I'll sit out, late, under
the open stars, just looking up at things.
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By morning, I'll have forgotten all my sorrows;
be awake again and ready for more - barnyard
boots, cow-towel in my belt, work-gloves at the
ready. The ancient John Deere, ten whole minutes
getting it to start. My sister's girlfriend turns over
quicker than that.
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