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Keeping distance and space
like unemployed bulls
pastured together is tricky business
moving from water to shade tree –
lots of postured grumbling, deep
silt holes pawed upon wide backs
stirring black clouds of flies.
But when it rains the air clean,
they can bellow for miles –
heads caked with mud,
they’ve whipped the earth
ready to inhale the moon.
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