Monday, February 08, 2021


He was a man
who didn't need to
talk about it.

It was enough
to bend and grunt and
shove and get it

done. Another
morning would be one
more go at chores,

another day
in the fields, cattle
to be fed, hogs,

chickens. No one
said, Do this. Do that:
he just did it.

Yes, God might say,
Let there be light, but
my father would

be the one to
flip the switch, doing
what was needed.

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