SOMEWHERE IN THE BLOOD

the herd, impatient
lumpen clouds, hooves in the mud
demand milking at dawn and sunset

to have a farm somewhere in the background
to pull into its lane, not just grain or hay
but livestock, with sweaty black nostrils
and broad tongues, turning toward the dog

how could anyone leave this
plaintiff, bellowing
in a stream of cheese and butter

he’s forgotten how to drive a tractor
and has never plowed, anyway
his grandpa quit this for the city

Poem copyright 2016 by Jnana Hodson
To see the full set of Home Maintenance poems,
click here.

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