0328 Holy Shit Poem by Michael Shepherd

jeez I thought here’s
this lady I have the greatest
respect for and she
comes out with this holy crap
and holy shit stuff

so yesterday I was
walking through the
winter-wet tufted grass
of the field they keep
the cows in this year
avoiding the cowpatties
the outside tap for
gumboots is frozen

and stopped and looked at one
fresh and steaming
the way you do
and the cow down the field
looked at me with that
not very enquiring look
they have but today
it came across as So?

and I remembered
the milk that morning which
had that layer of extra
spring cream
and the roast beef
smell when the kitchen
door’s open on a
spring day and it all
linked up later

as I got home and sat
contemplating
the bathroom fittings
as one does and
thought

holy shit yeah
the lady’s right


(for Mary and PoHo)