Blue Sky Tender
At dawn I heard a baby calf moo,
the birth of vernal stock
and ripe spring tract,
where phorbs are sown for hungry mammals,
where pregnant skyline clouds are merely shepherds to those hoofprints on a landscape,
that patch for future issues
to run free
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