i go to the barn
for
some eggs, some milk.
as i pass
the trough full of pink
fat pigs
i wave and say
not today.
but maybe tomorrow
and they look at me
with tenderness in their
eyes.
they go back to the mud
unworried,
enjoying the moment
they are in.
today being the only day.
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