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Two-Headed Calf
by Laura Gilpin
Tomorrow when the farm boys find this
freak of nature, they will wrap his body
in newspaper and carry him to the museum.
But tonight he is alive and in the north
field with his mother. It is a perfect
summer evening: the moon rising over
the orchard, the wind in the grass. And
as he stares into the sky, there are
twice as many stars as usual.
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Apparently this poem has been around.
Apparently nobody told me.
Apparently a handful of poetry profs didn’t think to tell me.
Apparently I believe they were in great error.
Apparently I love. LOVE. ADORE. WORSHIP. this poem.
Apparently I am seriously crushing on Ms. Gilpin.
Apparently I will grieve forever & a day and to the moon & back.
As summer winds down I hope every night is perfect for you Miss Angela
That is tremendously poignant and simply beautiful. All of life is fleeting, and the wonders of life as eternal as the stars. You are an amazing guide for all who have ears and a heart.
You can feel the peace, the breeze and calm before the storm. Thank you for sharing this Ms. Angela.
Good Lord, Angela.
Moo
I see you just had to come back and be your silly self.
But, haha haha ha. I gotcha. 🥰
Technically, that would have been …
Moo Moo
Touche’😘