Anything worth doing is worth doing poorly.
What began as clover
Steam of
breath in barn
during winter gale
Hay between teeth
Quiet lambing
tonight became
barge rope.
Fought its way out of
fiberness into
inconceivable
clumps.
Clods.
Punctuated by
strands so thin
they looked
like hair.
Sheep 410, of
Wiscasset, Maine,
Please forgive me.
I'll try to do better
tomorrow.
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reminds me of tennesse williams stuff. I like the quote at the beginnings of your posts they always give something to think about.
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