Two Odes To Lucy The Cow | Teen Ink

Two Odes To Lucy The Cow MAG

By Anonymous

   Dust swirls around her

in the streams of sun

that shoot through gaps

in the wailing wall of peeling paint.

Who can worry about the stock market

when there are cows to milk?

"Not I,"

said the fly

who buzzed on cakes of dirt and manure

that clung to the mottles of

Lucy,

a cow.



She chomps dried orchard grass

as pumping machines are suctioned to

warm, squeamish teats.

Drumbeats of sucking sounds

resonate through the dust,

an African rhythm group in the hills of Vermont.





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