Cow Cow Cow

cow cow cow onesies
ringing the tree pre-

time being


the form of a thing is the thing
eating at the ground, says I dot I speaking

betwixt clumps of fescue
flanking the steps,
in accordance w/

C. Olson, kind
of a cow himself, six
ft in brown trousers
how now he isn’t

Little Sparrow, you may land
on your pleasure: tying
your tie, spendthrift, any-
even backwards

hashmark is timidating

& if I do not finish
looking at you,
if dangerously perched
on the pond
on birch or cowback
with this whipping
the skin of it
on the  fly things
well  enough  you do
not say

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