Tuesday, 20 March 2012

Nurse

Cows are quiet.
They slumber out for me
and are still


Heads tilted and silent.
The day has stopped,
ran out of breath

I shake and howl
in the field.

You keep the car off.
Wet at the wheel.

The sun is sad.

I could not lift you
could not take the dark.

Again I cannot heal them.
It will be everything
to learn this now.

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