cow
raze
your
first
thought
is
that
the
cow
must
be
a
dog
.
she's
smaller
than
any
cow
you've
seen
up
close
.
and
cows
don't
cross
the
street
where
you
live
.
but
the
cow
is
not
a
dog
.
the
cow
is
a
cow,
plucked
from
pastureland
and
set
adrift
on
a
sea
of
sod
and
lassitude
.
a
woman
watches
the
heifer hike
across
scuffed
asphalt
from
her
front
porch
.
a
boy
and
a
girl
stand
on
the
stoop
beside
hers
.
brother
and
sister
.
not
twins
,
but
alike
enough
that
you
know
what
they
are
to
each
other
without
being
told
.
they
croon
a
tune
to
the
bovine
tourist
.
you
contribute
a
countermelody
from
the
sidewalk
.
the
siblings
stop
singing
and
stare
.
your
voice
is
a
rambler
in
the
reeds.
a
melody
unmoored
and
made
to
wander
wounded
through
wildflowers
and
weeds
.
you
are
the
last
sound
left
in
this
wordless
world
.
and
the
cow walks
on
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what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from