Your name started with a B.
How it matched with the gap
in-between your teeth.
An auctioneers niece, we had it big
that summer in Ohio.
The cows broke out that first week.
The stare-down between you,
holding that bucket of feed
and the bandit cows quest for sustenance
broke so quickly that
I never saw rain-boot ankles
jump over a fence so fast.
That cow so happy to drive
its wet nose into the earth
we spent hours developing
operation "No. You hold the bucket
and I'll open the gate.
How the task became so great
we ended up calling the sheriff
for help. I remember that
we'd spend every break
on that abandon trampoline.
How the many more times
we'd escape to a small of grove of trees
and cry together as each auction ended.
- sonja lynn mata
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