VIRGINS

 

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Unloaded into a new world
from the soupy end of a semi,
three clean, black and fat young bulls

spend their first night bewildered
away from home with alfalfa
to rest before I brand and turn them

into families of cows and calves
strung in a line on hay waiting
for their awkward inspection.

It takes time to learn the language
of making love, a prolonged foreplay
of mistakes and miscalculations

as I remember shadows in the 60s,
a fractured bravado ready
for reconstruction any time of day.

An old man worries nonetheless—
checks their progress before dark
confirming they’ve been to water.

Still working on their approach
to young mothers, no seed planted yet,
nothing banked into our future.

 

2 responses to “VIRGINS

  1. By the time you read this I’ll bet those three young bulls will have worked it out.

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    • It’s pretty good watching from the house, lots of laughs long distance, something new added to our evening entertainment. Glad you’re following our bovine approach to life, thank you.

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