Evening horses hipshot
talk through pipe rails
this side of the road
and new double-yellow line,
Dry Creek’s gauging station
in a canopy of sycamores,
along the red-post fence
Bob and Chuck built—
green posts driven
by Satero and son.
We are in the picture
somewhere, but it seems
like yesterday’s horses still
standing in the same place.
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