Poetry
A Breather
by Brendan Ryan •
While my brother milks
I return to mist drifting up the fence posts.
The night’s sheet slowly evaporating
giving in to day – already a process of action.
Cows backing off the platform
make their way up the track –
the stumps of their tails flicking at flies
they regard me with surprise.
Three heifers bolt past the day’s paddock
their routine has been damaged
eventually they will find their way back
as I have
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