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Graze

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The horses are grazing over at the World Trade Center.
Tourists form a wide circle around the field
translating plaques out loud to each other
looking down at the grass-covered pit
before strolling over to the local Fire Department
where the hay stacks are piled higher than feels safe.
Squinting through dark glass into the station
past the truck, past the pole
they’re looking for a cow they can rope or a lunch bell to ring
in this unexpected land of big sky.

2 comments for “Graze”

  1. e.
    December 5, 2005 at 7:23 pm

    you heard it here first: big screen bidding war.
    hell, i’m already in line buying popcorn.

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  2. rodney k.
    December 6, 2005 at 8:51 am

    Wow! I think I was present at the birth of this one, or at least adjacent to the circumstances that led to its birth. Tell the biographers of the future, hungry for explication, where they can find
    rodney k.

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