New York #3
Battered badgered ruminants,
Not true, by
The way, like
Water Buffalo, but
(bison bison bison)
None the less.
Punctuate the sentence,
Mostly, with lapses,
Some, made when
I drift my
Gaze to grass
Green highway signs,
Lake Erie starboard,
Steady, focus, count:
Seven times five,
Four spaces plus
An end mark–
That’s forty rows
of Buffalo! Too
Wordy a herd
To fit a
Page or web,
So like Charlotte
Does, Omit some
Rows, give praise,
Believe some universal
Momentum makes me
As swift, shrewd,
Baffling, outwitting, confused
Here on interstate
90 as this
Exit’s steely namesake.
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Beautiful!
Thank you for sharing this one.
“I drift my
Gaze to grass”
Yes Oui sí
love:
“So like Charlotte
Does, Omit some
Rows, give praise,”