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view from the ute

Robyn Lance

Jan 01 2014

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view from the ute

 

clouds in the west

            moisture in the air

                        a day’s worth needed

dry in the shed

pushed into pens

they’ll stand all night

panting their collective breath.

cast the dogs

skirt the dam

swing the gates

sound the horn

maintain the pace

chivvy the stragglers

mark ’em for the cull.

 

sheep on the run

in a mob of our making

one leaps as if stung

more pop like corn

drop back into place

massed heads in motion

a murmur on the move.

Robyn Lance

 

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