The Cow Speaks To The Child

By Evan Gill Smith

There’s no me without you,
says the cow in the sunlight
being looked at, being drawn
by the child with crayons.

Is the hill an almond? the child
wants to know. Is life irrefutable?

The start of ‘me’ is the start of
the ending of ‘you.’ See that hole
in your sock where
the cold can get through?

The child’s toe sticks
through the hole now.

Some philosophers grow ulcers
from eating loneliness.
There’s not much we know.

The cow’s tongue smacks its lips.

The child fills in its spots
with blue crayon and silence.
A dragonfly or not.

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