Treasure Island

Seamus Hogan

(Ireland)

Memory


It must have been this month of the year,
November, because I wore boots of rubber
and the cows wore boots of mud.

There wasn't a lot of milk to be milked
but still it had to be done,
a dropp for the tea. Mastitis.

Warm hindquarters in the draught
white hyperbolas in the dark
methodical munching of hay-

ah, what a way
to have grown up,
what a way.

Submitted: Sunday, February 10, 2008
Edited: Monday, April 14, 2008
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