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BREAKFAST WITH HEIFERS

 

Third day wean

when hungry heifers

eat out of my hands

at the feed bunk—

 

leafy alfalfa flakes

that fall apart, the rich

green of last year’s

high-dollar hay—

 

rather than distress

over mothers no longer 

posted at the gate

that most have left

 

lamenting another loss

of nine-month intimacy

and their mother-daughter

companionship.

 

ALMOST UNSEEN

Out of the blue

the space between us

rings like a bell

 

as I become

a curious diversion

for two young bucks

 

oblivious to the perils

of the outside world

swirling around us all.

 

How I envy such innocence,

rejuvenated for a moment—

yet I lay down to look

 

through dry stems of feed,

my horns lost in branches,

almost unseen.

SEPTEMBER

 

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We begin
when calves come
trailing their mothers

out of seclusion
to hay—children
added to explore

this old ground,
wind shuffling leaves.
In their eyes,

fresh innocence
and a chance
for improvement.