The apple you snuck me
still lives on my lips
when I dream I feel
the rough fence-posts
and the cold wet surprise
of a cow's nose.
(Silently I laid an oat-stalk
against the electric fence
YES sudden shiver YES ELECTRIC
hiding that throb of new
knowledge behind your knee)
Hey Papa, what'll it be?
Something more than do
and don't Something like
YOU? YES INDEED
come on, here's a hand, let's go
back to the farm
of my memory.
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