down on the farm

maybe it was a mistake
buying
the farm
far away from town.
goats
and pigs included
and one
fat cow.
maybe I should have
thought things through,
not knowing a thing
about planting,
or harvesting,
or chickens,
not a single clue.
maybe the city life
is really who I am
I say out loud
to no one,
as I stare at the rusted
red tractor
with a strand of
hay dangling
between my lips. but I
did it for love,
I did it
for you. where's
my rake?