days
when you don't feel like
putting on
your boots and overalls
and going down
to the hen house to gather eggs.
you don't feel
like milking
the cow today, or slaughtering
a pig or two.
you just feel tired
and want to sit in the chair
on the front
porch and stare at all
that hay that needs
mowing.
tomorrow's another day,
Scarlet.
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