Thompson, Don / Where we live: poetry
Beyond granite station, p. 51
Beyond Granite Station Hiking alone in early spring, thirty years ago, I came upon a bull an old, half-rusted Hereford. His hard look put lead in my feet. I stood still, aging until I was older than I am now. Then he looked away.... And fear turned to love as I watched him chew sweet grass to a paste and gulp it down. Life is good.
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