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A Thanksgiving Guernsey
For Robert
Through this Grant Wood light
She plunged,
Out of her pasture
Into that pool...
A Guernsey heifer fallen
To cold light,
Cold concrete water;-
Her terror
At rootless earth,
No turf, no warm
Stanchion-hay to
Rest on. Drowning,
She scrawled the cement
Light below, cutting
It, lumbering as in no
Greek myth, nostrils
Filled under the light
Coat of water; dying .. . He
Hauled her out. He warmed her, j
Roughed her hide
24 hours; watched over her till
Light came back to her fleece.
Thanksgiving was
Ours that clean light day.