A plodding grace with each footfall
of cloven hooves upon soft centers
of winding trails engineered to grade,
cows claim this ground, claim us as well,
tracking seasons of the sun ever-circling.
Behind fences grazing shade to shade,
they worry not about the days ahead.
How we envy and emulate their easiness—
hang totems to draw the cow gods closer.
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Really lovely John. Just want you to know that I still look forward daily to your poems and images. Always moving and inspiring.
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Thanks, Heather, right now we’d like to ‘move’ to Victoria… for lots of reasons, but mainly to escape the heat. 102 @ 10:00 a.m today.
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