Within a Globe of Fog – New Poetry

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the barnyard and the red
wheelbarrow –
Grandma inside coveralls.

backend first, black
cows heave up
swallowing cud

the slick hay in our green
manger –
the hay rustles sibilant.

Within a globe of fog

miles and many miles
gone –
a sloshing ocean in the wheelbarrow;

and rushing back across the sand
the water foams wide
and sibilant

vast and infinite
grains –
a thrumming roar and still, never alone.

Within a globe of fog

Katherine's rainbow
spiral –
her barrow holds Mother's cross.

humpbacked, black
sibilance, a river
of filthy dishwater

Katt wants her green
Loko –
I would have my mother's cross.

Within a globe of fog

steps and many steps
trodden –
palms gripping the wheelbarrow

sweat pouring to balance
a heap of foraged corn
along a tractor rut

sliding one foot left

a nanometer –
in the barnyard no longer
my path runs to a black copse

within a globe of fog.

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_{Text written by Hive account@cliffagreen without the use of AI.}

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