Old men in the branding pen
hope for grace
to find the feel of singing loop
slide between their fingers—
of hoof dance timed and shaped
to catch two feet, slack to dally horn
come tight, as if it were nothing
out of the ordinary.
Old men in the branding pen
hope for grace
to find the feel of singing loop
slide between their fingers—
of hoof dance timed and shaped
to catch two feet, slack to dally horn
come tight, as if it were nothing
out of the ordinary.
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2015, Ranch Journal
Tagged age, branding, Calves, feel, feeling, Greasy Creek, Old men, photographs, poetry





