Plowing
The fields stretch ahead.
The fields stretch behind.
If the mule dies,
you become the mule.
And whoever whipped
will whip harder.
They once yoked me with God
but we outgrew the yoke.
I plow alone now
but can turn my head
this way and that.
- © Brooks Lindberg 2023
Brooks Lindberg is a tax attorney living in Washington State in the Pacific Northwest. His poetry has appeared before in Blue Pepper and his poems often appear in The Blotter Magazine. Others appear in Tigershark Magazine, Squawk Back, Wild Violet, and elsewhere. You can find links to his works at brookslindberg.com.
Wonderful.
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