A Cargo of Green Hearts
the cows move across the fields
without thinking, buoyed by
the hymn of the long grass.
they seem to take no steps but get
to where they are going
it's true: the grass invented them
to make itself more important.
what we think is in charge
isn't. to simply think control
means not in control. something
moves us, not-us lifting each
of our legs. the sun looks on.
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