124 - May 3 2024 - on spokes she goes

on spokes she goes with bags and packs
about the town, a gatherer,
her motivations no one knows
but I, and I would rather her
than any other, with the choice
and, having chosen, love my choice:
this gatherer, and gardener
and lover, with the gentle voice

123 - May 2 2024 - a bad exchange

I turn upon a rainy day
toward the glass that keeps me dry
and feel content right now that I
am warm, and I am civilized

How wretched it would be, I think,
to be a beast and be exposed,
with weather hanging off my fur
and with this cold immobilized

I know not how, out in the fields,
they stand there, seeming quite unfazed,
by the relentless misery
of Zeus’s every enterprise

Perhaps it is an artifice
and my complacency is flawed:
for they keep strong, while I grow weak
assenting to this compromise