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I pointed with my hand, "look,
cows."

Something you might say
when you window shop,
or step inside the store
and feel the fabric between thumb and pointer

finger, middle finger like I always seem to need to do.

But we were in the car,
and we were just passing by
the cows. He said, "looks like rain"
and I said what?

They lay huddled by each other
like we forgot to take them out to buy a sweater
or a beer. 

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