The Country Morning

In the country morning,
when the year is good
and the big belly of the farm
is full, the rooster’s
stubborn clockwork
troubles no one but the dogs
and the children
still too young to work—
not the fat raccoons
who take their secret
meals by night,
nor the farmer’s wife
who brings her broom
to swat the rooster,
collect eggs,
and scramble up
breakfast before sunrise,
nor the cool gray cat
who licks his shoulder
on the window seal,
nor the farmer
who smiles and sleeps
a little longer
because want is a thing
for another season.


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