flowing ‘round 80
in procession, toward
torrid hydrogen sphere
quelled just right by atmos
about our sphere, droplet
congregations, grey and white
mostly; chromaticgrams
    of sustaining might
flows all around me

hemi heavy bright red
  neck behind the wheel
rips by. bed
tucked tight with mow ride
cases all'round
budlights
    about 72...
drink and mow?
    please no
this bohemian, on I-44

pasture teeming green
trees all ‘round
  off right
alone she stands
sheen and flush
   jet black
gracefully bends;
  pauses, turns just so
    a whack
   her tail against
      nothing at all
returning
   to her delight
lespedeza before night

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