Today's poem is by Knute Skinner
Wind and Rain
We came to the back of the barn
and there we found it,
a dead calf.
We looked at the calf a moment
and then at each other.
The wind coming off the sea
scattered remnants of hay
and tugged at our clothing.
We had a warm house to get back to.
It was about to rain.
It wasn't our calf.
Copyright © 2003 Knute Skinner All rights reserved
Salmon Poetry / Dufour Editions
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