One Summer Morning Poem by June Walker

One Summer Morning



A breath of mist covers the fields.
Sun rises, watery and thin-
like runny lemon curd.
Cattle sleep, warm bodies pressed together-
like naked mouse pups in an underground nest,
their nostrils open and close,
like mud circles on a volcanic pool.

Two cows, lying apart from the herd,
awaken, stretch out tongues, giraffe-like,
to curl around green stalks. Their ears
flicker. They chew cud and stare
at the mists, the sun, and distant firs:
a visual breakfast.

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Seated on a stool, watching cattle in a field, early morning
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