Today's poem is by L. S. Klatt

Fetus in Orbit

I played with the pre-cows in outer space

they were cows of a higher mathematics

amoebas absent hoofs
no tails to sweep the sparkles

but I was at home in their blacks & whites
the folds, the solar system

then I was told I would eat a thousand cows

I lay there, disbeliever, like a figure 8 in milk

Copyright © 2003 L. S. Klatt All rights reserved
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