Thursday, April 29, 2010


Something almost wooden now
mimics a fear of forgetting to grow.
A not too noticeable cow

grazes in the meadow.
Excitement tries hard to wrest
indifference from its nest

above the fray. At night
everyone sings who can,
though the very sight

of something causes a man
to paralyze himself
and place his weapon on a shelf

just out of reach. Wow,
someone thinks with a half-
opened mouth, I'd love to eat that cow!

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