AN ARTFUL LOOK AT SOME
BARNYARD GIVENS
Never knowing why it happens this way,
and kow-towing to nothing, the hand that
holds the piglet holds the angel too. The
deep, yellow, sunlight comes over the ridge,
dripping its blanket over some metal and
steel : arrangements of fencing and corral.
I cannot see a church but know there must
be one nearby; all of this is too redeeming
Even the horse that follows the sky knows
a thing or two about living.
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