Cribs loaded with roughage huddle together
Before the north clouds.
The wind tiptoes between poplars, carrying its shoes.
The silver-maple leaves squint
Toward the ground.
An old farmer, his scarlet face
Apologetic with whiskey, swings back a barn door
And calls twenty black-and-white Holsteins
From the clover field.
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