End and beginning
punctuated by a puddled rain
and a fiery flash of leaves—

by the green along the road
and beneath the old blond feed
done for another season.

The cows and calves have left
the feed grounds for the ridges,
mud soft between their toes—

they have told us everything
we need to know. The bulls
at work, the ranch so close

to perfect, so predictable
for the next three weeks,
we want no where else to go.


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