Monday, November 3, 2025

Goat Walks

 Goat Walks Across Asia


She left the farm 

The night the farmers humped 

Until the cows came home


She ate dry grass in Mongolia

Like oats long downgraded


She slept under stars in 

Stretched out black mud 

Threaded with lights that died 

In the eyes of a nanny


Who made for goats a giant sky?

She asked. It seemed excessive 

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