to pick the beans still wet from last night’s rain,
saving the slender smooth young ones for tomorrow,
carefully harvesting, with two hands,
the mature, curvy, swollen ones,
leaning in to look under the leaves so as not to miss any,
sitting back to make way for the bees working,
gathering pollen to make honey,
and, unknowingly, making the bean pods swell?
Who would kneel on the muddy ground,
making my back and legs ache,
while the sun beats down, making me sweat,
and the small insects are biting and annoying,
when I could be indoors, enjoying the cool and the comfortable sofa,
watching Oprah, or a hundred other shows?
I could even be watching celebrity chefs cook fresh organic local green beans.
or I could be outside,
listening to the chickens fight and the birds call,
sitting with the dog on the porch out of the sun,
gathering my strength
to go in and wash and cook the beans, before it gets any hotter.
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