From the archives, for Joe, after reading "The Process . . . "
One of the realities of ranching is the "putting down" of sick animals.
A Warm Day
Such things happened today
as would make ten good poems.
I choose not to tell a one.
Instead, know this day is warm,
the sun is bright, high cirrus
clouds foretell a change.
That my hands appear unsullied
is proof of nothing, my dogs know better,
for I carry odors of gunpowder
and blood and manure and straw and soap,
and no one knows how a state of grace
can come and go within seconds—
if life is better ended on an inhalation expectantly,
or an exhalation spent.
Poetry by jim
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Written on 2021-01-28 at 03:26
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