Diesel

Expensive Diesel

The donkey walked in the middle of the country lane
not the smartest thing to do, they drive recklessly here
about, it was trailing along rope, which I used to tie it
up under an olive tree away from the sun, the beast was
docile and glad it didn’t have to be in charge.

And I though now that diesel for tractors is dear, and
farmer tend to use them for the smallest things, like
picking up twigs from almond groves, a mule and cart
will do the work for free and the brave farmer will not
have an early heart attack do to lack of exercise.

Life isn’t perfect, as I stood there stroking the donkey
dreamily making the bush the landscape beautiful with
imaginary horses and mules, there was a hard shriek of
oil neglected brakes; a farmer, on his tractor, hit my car;
a pity he wasn’t riding on a mule, a horse or a donkey