after James Wright
Just off the highway to Amishville, Ohio
twilight glitters off the morning dew.
And the eyes of two lost cows
Darkened with no hope
Cross the path of my BMW.
As I hasten my foot to break,
One cow stops to relieve itself.
Anger within swells,
As the urine splashes upon my ornament.
I rev the engine,
I honk the horn,
Their stock bodies stare me down.
They both give an exhausting moo,
While I fling a word or two.
I back up and turn away;
And as I go I hear one cow exclaim:
“That’s right; no city wench wanted here.”
The second adds: “The stench is more than I can bare.”
Quiet and puzzled,
With confusion I drive,
Away from the rank oddity of Amishville, Ohio.
And the eyes of two lost cows
Darkened with no hope
Cross the path of my BMW.
As I hasten my foot to break,
One cow stops to relieve itself.
Anger within swells,
As the urine splashes upon my ornament.
I rev the engine,
I honk the horn,
Their stock bodies stare me down.
They both give an exhausting moo,
While I fling a word or two.
I back up and turn away;
And as I go I hear one cow exclaim:
“That’s right; no city wench wanted here.”
The second adds: “The stench is more than I can bare.”
Quiet and puzzled,
With confusion I drive,
Away from the rank oddity of Amishville, Ohio.
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