Ronald Johnson
A Line of Poetry, A Row of Trees (1964) [Jargon 42]
“Wild Apples” ends …

as a cow
may rust like

I like how this just creeps up on you… the cow of a generic colour becomes more specific as the short lines sink into one’s attention the impression of very sedate bovines as still as stone and as brownish red …

And so for day 2270

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