Barring the necessity
to castrate the bull,
the fence mender’s
ineptitude,
the cows wooing mooing—
an altogether staid day
begins on the ranch.
The smoking chickens
share a toke and a scratch
wearing clam digger feathers.
A bantam Red
was robbed last night.
Two foxes—unregistered
sex offenders.
Below, the souls of urchins
ruined by time and masters.
Subterranean red riverbed dried
springs amaranthine crops,
spirals and keys—
a dance of foreign semaphore.
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