Waist-deep in blond
and empty-headed wild oats,
black cows shine,

fat calves buck and run
like young fullbacks
against the grain

off the mountain
in a dusty cloud
to the corrals

to be weaned
and shipped—prices:
blue sky high.

In 1978, my father
sold his cows, claiming
that a man gets a year

like this only once
in a lifetime—
and he’d had two.

2 responses to “LATE SPRING RAINS

  1. Shirley Kirkpatrick

    Beautiful! May the stars align like this a few more times in your lifetime. You deserve it!


  2. That is the cattle business! And farming also.


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